My youngest granddaughter has for several years done this hilarious impression of me in which the only words uttered in her shaky approximation of an elderly woman are, “I’m a little old lady.”
She also does impressions of her dad and her Poppa (aka Studly Doright) in which one says, “Hey man, you want a beard?” And the other answers, “No man. I’ve already got a beard.”
By “beard” she means “beer” and that cracks me up. I feel very lucky and loved to be portrayed as a little old lady.
Today, I’m 63 for real. A true little old lady.