I Can’t Believe It’s Not Gramma
After her haircut, Gramma just wasn’t the same. She just stared straight ahead, blankly, and her hair was gi-normous!
“I dunno,” said Grampa. “That new hairdresser was about as friendly as a constipated Komodo dragon.”
Gramma’s behavior just got weirder....
First, she tried to iron the wrinkles out of Merle’s tail.
Then she fried some eggs with a homemade laser beam.
In the afternoon she got on the roof and tried to call someone named Slorzog.
Then her quilting buddies came over and they turned the backyard into a flying-saucer parking lot.