When you’re 93, you can say whatever you want

I’ve talked briefly before about my 93-year-old grandmother’s quirky sayings. So has Kevin – if you need a refresher, you can find her talking about anatomy here, her playing dead in the hospital here, and trying to start a gang war here.  Today I’ll tell you a one-liner she gave me during my nephew’s birthday party last weekend:

“I tell my friends the only reason I have wrinkles and they don’t is because they are all fat.”