As you know, we celebrated Memère's 99th birthday this weekend.
I was prepared for the worst.
Some people in the family have been saying she's going down hill.
I don't know who these people are talking about,
but it ain't Memère!
She is just as feisty as ever.
Doesn't she look great?
Notice that she's clutching a little change purse.
One of those purses that you squeeze to open.
This is going to be a long day for her.
I figure she may want to rely on a little strength,
Memère is a staunch Catholic -- she still takes Communion every week.
I fully expected her to be carrying her crucifix.
So I ask her (in French, of course, but I'll translate for ya'll)
"So, Memère, what's in the purse."
I nod my head at her hands.
She looks down at her purse.
Then leans over to me and whispers,
"It's money. We might play cards later. I want to be ready."
We both laugh uproariously.
I tell her I have to take a picture so that I can tell my friends.
I show her the picture after I take it.
She laughs and is quite pleased with herself.
"You tell your friends that I won!" she says.
I hope I'm just like her when I grow up.