And wtf.
Sitting here at the water park like a fat bitch.
Cranky.
Surly.
Old.
Ready to fight a skinny broad & there aren’t any.
We’re all fat, cornfed, midwestern hoes.
I’m not even the only grandma.
I am possibly the only grandma who hates everyone but my own two grandgirls & did that kid just drop the f bomb at the oldest one?
Of course he did. She is nine years old & likes to start shit she has no idea how to handle. At least he looks to be about the same age. And he’s skinny so she can take him if he swings.
No, she can’t. Mouthy as she is, that girl hasn’t ever been in a fight. I’m not entirely sure she knows fist fights are a thing.
She just loves her smartass mouth.
“Grandma, can I have a cup?”
“What for?”
“So I can dump it on that kid. He splashed water on me.”
“We’re at a water park.”
“Thanks for taking his side.”
And off she goes.
Welcome to f bomb Iowa, bitches. It’s going to be a long damned summer.
Barefoot Iowa 