Holidays at our house are noted for no holds barred torments and oddball humor. My 92 yr old dad loved tormenting his granddaughters. One Thanksgiving he regaled the two of them with tales of his and a female friends efforts to get together for a glass of wine and cordial conversation. My oldest daughter was a huge fan of her late grandmother, and dad could see he was getting her goat, which was his intent. She finally could take it no longer, and blurted, "GPA, how old is this woman?" When he responded "65", she just about flipped. "GPA, WHAT are you doing with such a young woman?" I don't think we quit laughing for 5 minutes.