{"id":3104,"date":"2015-11-09T15:33:22","date_gmt":"2015-11-09T20:33:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mygrandparentstories.wordpress.com\/?p=126"},"modified":"2015-11-12T11:20:34","modified_gmt":"2015-11-12T16:20:34","slug":"grandparents-read-the-blog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/wrpg211\/2015\/11\/09\/grandparents-read-the-blog\/","title":{"rendered":"Grandparents Read the Blog"},"content":{"rendered":"

So my brother decided to blackmail me in the most malicious way imaginable. Some may call it funny, I call it evil. We are heavily involved in a fantasy football league and he threatened to read my blog posts to our grandparents if I did not complete a trade. I love my grandparents, but I really love fantasy football. I thought he was bluffing so I declined the trade. I convinced myself that everything would be okay. Then I received this video…<\/p>\n

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Apart from the obvious fact that granny can drink, I now had an intoxicated grandmother that was about to read a blog about her. So what are my options?<\/p>\n

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  1. Move to Canada<\/li>\n
  2. Call and apologize<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    After some careful thinking I decided to go with option one. I considered option two but really it was never a possibility. Some people are afraid of spiders, snakes, and heights; I am afraid of Jewish grandmother guilt. If you’ve never experienced this Jewish guilt, count yourself lucky and knock on wood. It is truly horrible.<\/a><\/p>\n

    Since I decided to move to Canada, I had to do some research in order to become a Canadian citizen. I learned about hockey, the cold, and maple syrup. I called some Canadian folks and they told me that was pretty much all I had to do so I packed my bags, kissed my girlfriend goodbye, and left with a tear sliding down my cheek. I was leaving America. Fantasy football, a blog, and my dick-head brother got in the way of my future.\u00a0\"IMG_4705\"<\/a><\/p>\n

    As I walked out of my dormitory with all my belongings packed up, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a picture. I stared at the photo while my depressed face quickly subsided into a wide grin. My grandmother was laughing. She thought it was hilarious. I started getting texts from my uncle telling me how the blog was making my grandmother\u00a0cry from laughter.<\/p>\n

    Would my grandfather react the same way?<\/p>\n