It's on, Gram.

Joanne's Gram came over last week for dinner. We had BLTs and vegetable soup. It was sweet. Yep. Just a Gram, her granddaughter, and her granddaughter-in-law shooting the breeze and enjoying each others' company...

Nice.

But then after dinner a transformation occurred.

I saw a side of Gram I had never seen.

We brought out the Wii bowling game and that sweet, mild-mannered, little old lady proceeded to kick our butts:

Don't let the innocent look fool you.

When it comes to gaming Gram's all business.

Her fist-bumping Joanne after a strike.

Uh huh.

See.

Then after we were thoroughly beaten and Gram prepared to go, I showed her my most recent purchase.

Meet the one and only Margaritaville Fiji Frozen Concoction Maker:

It comes with its own carrying case. It's like a portable party machine.

I saw the gleam come into Gram's eyes as she put in her request. Next week for the rematch she wants strawberry margaritas.

M'kay, Gram. Strawberry margaritas it is.

I don't know if she bowls better with a buzz or not, but I'm gonna find out. I think our best odds for keeping her from breaking 200 are riding on this baby.

I'm looking up recipes right now.

Oh. It's on, Gram.

It's on.