Several weeks ago my grandmother and two of my aunts took a trip to Italy. While they were there they went to the Pope's mass. Here is a picture of my grandmother kissing Pope Benedict XVI's ring. I cannot stress enough how HUGE this is for her. Apparently it's all she can talk about anymore.
My cousin Adam was visiting her and said she was going on and on about how great it was to meet someone of that importance, someone that truly great. She said Adam just couldn't understand her unless he'd been through something like that himself. Adam told her "Don't worry Grandma, I know exactly how you feel. One time I got drunk with Kid Rock." Um, not the same thing Adam, not the same thing...
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