I tell you what.

My Grandma always said that. She also used the expression "You're being windy"... which meant that I was being fecicious or silly. One of a kind, that lady. My Grandma was the shiznit, as the young kids would say. She loved chocolate and playing records and laughing and scratching backs. She had big boobs that she used to catch the spaghetti noodles that fell out of her mouth as she ate. Her shelf.

She caught me smoking a cig on my balcony when I was 16. I locked the bathroom door and took a shower for 45 minutes trying to avoid the talk she intended to give me. The talk where she took the turban from her head.. the turban that covered the chemo induced baldness. The chemo that was battling the lung cancer. The lung cancer that was friends with the cigs. The cigs which stole all her oxygen. The oxygen which God decided we need to call people windy and scratch their backs.

Say no to cigs kids.