i'm hanging out with my grandfather right now. he just got out of the hospital and we're waiting for some people to come deliver a walker, which he won't admit he's ticked about. he's too proud, and so he pushes himself to be capable of nearly anything (gram said as soon as they got the power back after the ice storm, he was up on the roof, cleaning off the branches). he shuffled his way to the bathroom a few minutes ago. he keeps making random noises - taps on the bathroom sink, opening and closing a cabinet. i think he's doing it for my sake, to keep me from getting paranoid that something else has happened. he knows me too well.

i haven't heard any noises in awhile so i just went to check on him. clearly i wasn't gonna bust into the bathroom, so i yelled to him to make sure he was alright.

he immediately came out of the bathroom and asked where the cannolis were.

"whatttt?" i asked, "what are you talking about?"

"did you say something about cannolis, cas i want them." 

i told him no, i just wanted to make sure he was doing alright.

"yeah well, my life as a cannoli sucks now."

typical.