Silly runs deep in my family.  As in generations.

All of my siblings have a dose of it running through their veins. Mine seems to spew out on a consistant basis. The silliness. My dad carries a large amount of silly in him as well. That's where the silly comes from. He got it from my grandma.

I love my grandma. I don't know anyone who doesn't like their grandma. Okay, not totally true. I know one person who doesn't. I guess silly doesn't run in her blood. But my grandma is full of silly.

The first time she met my uncle, you know when he was just a potential uncle, they were all sitting around the table. My grandma would secretly take one of her watermelon seeds and shoot it at him. He kept looking around trying to figure out who was doing that. He was shocked when he saw her laughing at the end of the table.

I remember one time when I was young waiting for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive. I was sitting outstide watching for them when I saw two people walking down the street. The closer they got, the scarier they looked. Then they started to come into our yard. I was so scared I ran in the house frantic. Turns out Grandma and Grandpa had parked up the street and put on these crazy masks.

The most memorable story, though, is the time Grandma was flying. This happened about 20 years ago, when I was young. Grandma was flying and as she stepped onto the plane she made a comment about having a gun. She, my short sweet grandmother, was escorted off the plane, held for questioning and wasn't able to return to the flight.

She really is quite a silly woman. I don't have any more