Old Motherfuckahs

I'm not saying it puts me into John Tyler territory,* but for some reason I was just thinking that I have a grandmother who was born in 1902. I mean, jeez. If I make it to 90 (sausage fingers crossed), that means her birth and my death will have spanned 150 years. No contest compared to Tyler and his grandson spanning 231 years, but still.

Here's a picture of my grandmother, behind Brothatime!! who is of course staring down the camera with those familiar cold, dead eyes. 😜

*One of Tyler's grandsons has died in the last year, so there's one left.