My grandmother turned 96. She lives in assisted living. She has her own room.
And she kicks ass.
She talks way to much about her boyfriends. Believe me. There are boyfriends.
Assisted living is like a cross between high school and Peyton Place. Keep in mind the lady/men ratio favors the men.
The ladies all compete. Having and using a walker VS a wheelchair is the status symbol of health.
The flirting and sex talk is all very real.
If some floozy tries to steal her boyfriend, Grandma will tell the offending senior tart, “Kiss my ass!”
And then she tells everyone what she just said.
Ninety six!
