October 22nd, 2005

Sunday, October 23

Amazing. Iris seemed like such a kind, sympathetic, yet vigorous person when she was first introduced. How did she become this shrew who dictates everything to Grampa (lunch is in precisely 45 minutes?), denies him the simple pleasure of a cookie, and makes him wear purple stretch pants with a blue shirt?

The situations really should be reversed, you know. Mike should have a wife who rides herd on him, while Iris should realize that Grampa has paid his dues, and at his age, there's no point in living a barren existence just so it can be a longer barren existence.