Everyone knows someone who has cute little idiosyncrasies... funny little habits that are endearing. For me, this person is my grandmother. I'd like to take this opportunity to walk you through hers.

Let's start in the kitchen.


This is a loaf of bread. She cuts off the top of the plastic after every slice. Why? I don't know.


This is the silverware drawer. Yes. The silverware drawer. I tried to organize this once and she freaked out because she didn't know where her things were. I can't even go here.


This is the garbage. The way that Grandma deals with garbage is that she uses small plastic bags, a la Target or Festival, and once it's full, they are lined up by the door and every time we go outside, we take them to the garage, where the big metal garbage pail sits. I've tried to revise this system, but she won't have it. Oh well.


Here's a calendar in the kitchen. Stay with me on this.


And the clock on the microwave. Stay with me here too.

We leave the kitchen and head to the dining room. For clarity's sake, know that the kitchen and dining room are in one big area, separated by a counter. So it's basically the same room.


Look! A calendar!


A clock! (I'm assuming this was the one you were referring to your grandparents having, Pelowski. Both sets of my grandparents have this clock.)

Let's take a peek in the enclosed porch, just behind the dining room.


Hark! A clock!

Now, directly across from this enclosed porch is the hallway, which leads to the living room, the bathroom, and the three bedrooms.

So let's look at the hallway. First, let's stop in the alcove.


A calendar. And directly above?


Yep. A clock. Let's take another look:


See the reflection of the bird clock? A clock across from a clock. This is not the first time we'll see something like this.

So now we're going to pass the living room. The only big thing in there is the grandfather clock I mentioned the other day.

Passing the living room, we reach a very important part of the house.


The thermostat. Let's look again.


It's set for seventy eight degrees.

Moving on to the bathroom.


This is one of my grandmother's special bath towels. This picture doesn't do it justice, but the point is that she buys regular sized bath towels, takes a scissor, and cuts it in half. This would barely wrap around my head.


Mylanta. Grandma's miracle cure. Every time I have a headache, grandma suggests Mylanta. It's like Windex in the Big Fat Greek Wedding. Everything = Mylanta.

To her bedroom!


Um............ yeah. Cute kids.


Clock on top of her bed frame.


Clock on top of her television, across from her bed.


Clock on her shelf, next to her television.


It's all very cute, and none of it drives me crazy, really.

Except when she asks me what time it is.