no caption can do that expression justice. i love my grandma.
breaking news item
never before released photograph of LAST year’s petco adventure. thus, here is what may be the first, and certainly the last photo of the unnamed betta (number 1) ever taken.
this photo of gmax was taken at our annual trip to petco on the eve of naw ruz. every year we go to petco so she can buy a fish to have on the haft sin table. every year i am reminded that this is not a quick trip because there are so many fish to choose from.
last year she bought a betta fish (aka siamese fighting fish) after i convinced her that a goldfish would not last more than a few days in the tiny container she wished to put it in (shout-out to all the fish iranian’s kill every year by putting them in containers that are far too small, RIP).
a few months later, much to everyone’s surprise, the betta was still alive. so gmax went bought it a companion…and the rest of this story is far too graphic to tell.
here’s to betta fish year two: fish number three.
LOVE
finally it is here: this blog is dedicated to and inspired by my (or more accurately, our) sweet grandma aka gmax. it is written with her consent under the premiss that i refrain from mentioning a few specific occurrences that may lead you to believe that she is a shaytoon bala (which she is).
we dont call her gmax to her face because we don’t want her to know that we know that she is a super hero (and that is her code name). she blew her cover though, back when i was small(er) and we’d watch i love lucy together all night. i knew. but i never told her.
