atypically personal interjection

we interrupt this travelogue with a slice of real life, unfolding in real time.

met my grandmother this morning and her sharp eyes spotted the crumpled famos amos cookie bag i'd valiantly tried to stuff into my clutch.

'what did you have for breakfast?'

'um, a banana?'

'don't lie to me.'

'ok ok, so i had a famos amos cookie.'

'just one cookie?'

'uh, no, five but they're, like, tiny.'

and then she insisted that i'd lunch at her's, whisking me out of my self-imposed single girl bachelorette pad livin'.

after a wholesome lunch of fish soup with more vegetables than fish, she instructs her help to pack me a huge ass pack of lobster keropok. for, get this, tomorrow's breakfast. and then she sends me on my way back to afore-mentioned bachelorette pad. oh the joys of having indulgent grandparents :)

plus, in addition to fish soup, my wedding was on the lunch table as well. she was appalled that i refuse to have a church wedding. when i pointed out that she didn't have one, she reminded me that she and my gramps are the antichrist. no kidding. hahahahaha. but my grandmother's deadpan and had me in stitches. as it turns out, they got married outside the fullerton when it was still the general post office, and a musty one at that. apparently, 61 years on, she still regrets not having a church wedding and is of the opinion that i will as well.