Rather than keep hijacking another thread, I'll start a new one. Someone mentioned how wonderful grandparent stories are and I'll agree.
When I moved in with my fiance, I thought it proper to tell my grandma that I was going to have a "roommate" since we were living in my great-grandma's old house that my grandparents still owned. Grandma had a fit and let me know in no uncertain terms that she "knew" why we were moving in together. I should never have asked why, but she told me very succinctly. Sex. S-E-X. She even spelled it out loud like that. I pretty much told her that we'd try to make time for that between work, housework, yardwork, taking care of the pets, cooking meals, sleeping, etc. She was not amused.
Cut to when I was getting married. I was at her house showing her all the detail stuff...invitations, my dress pattern, blah blah. Grandma says, "Well, I HOPE you're not getting married in white." I was a little speechless since I'd just showed her the white fabric that I was making my dress from. Let me tell you, the woman was livid...heh heh...and I ended up ordering different fabric...a nice candlelight silk.
How can you disappoint the woman who gave me my first cup of coffee and let me watch Mommie Dearest on her HBO after my mom specifically told me I was not allowed to watch it?