Ma Vie Folle

So yeah, you all thought Thelma and Louise went off a cliff at the end of the movie?  Nope.

They actually grew old gracefully and each became the grandmother of my niece.  Okay, let’s back up.

My niece got married this past weekend.  Her moms mom is Thelma; her dads mom is Louise.  (Okay, not really, I changed their names.)  Why do I call them Thelma and Louise you ask?   Well…. the wedding ceremony started about 15 minutes LATE.  The priest kept peaking out the door, the guests kept craning their necks down the aisle?  What’s the hold up?  Did someone get cold feet?

Nope!  We’re waiting for the two grandma’s who got pulled over by the po-po… the fuzz… the Five-O… while speeding to the church.  Yep.  Meet Thelma and Louise.  This picture was taken after they were let go without a ticket… because they cried their way out of it.  (Who says crying doesn’t work!)
Now, we left the reception before them… but I hear a convenient store was knocked off late that evening… by two crazy old ladies yelling yee-haw and pulling a sack behind them filled with bingo chips and fix-o-dent.

I don’t know… but just sayin!

p.s. the little one is my mother in law.