Part 1: The Unusual Grandma

So, the first time I met Matt's dad and grandparents was on Thanksgiving in 2003 (I had met his mom about 2 weeks earlier). All six of us were sitting around the Thanksgiving dinner table talking about things we had never done but always wanted to. Matt's mom mentioned that she had never ridden a horse. We were surprised about that and made comments about how that would be easy to arrange and such. Soon, Matt's grandma piped about how that was the reason she tried marijuana. Huh? I was a little surprised and looked around the table to see who else was shocked by this confession--no reactions. She continued the story by telling us that about 10 years before (so, when she was approx. 75 years old), she went across the street to the girl that lived there, who was in her late teens, and asked her to get her some pot. The girl said, "Okay, but don't tell my mom." Grandma's reaction, "Okay, but don't tell my son."
When the item was delivered, Grandma and one of her friends (no doubt a little old lady, too) partook. She said they didn't like it but had been told they smoked it too fast. She hasn't tried it, again, since.
I, of course, was still in shock about all of this but tried to apply my poker face because no one around me looked the least bit surprised. My grandmas are not at ALL like this one!
The dinner continued, and after Matt and I left, I brought it up. The conversation went like this:

Jenny: So, your grandma smoked pot, huh?
Matt: Yeah, I had never heard that story before.
Jenny: (shocked) But you didn't react at all!
Matt: Oh, it's par for the course.

Needless to say, his grandma is a free spirit and was way ahead of her time. There are too many stories to include here, but someday, we may have to write a book or something.
My grandmas were more the milk and cookies kind of grandmas. Hence, my surprise.
Matt instantly took to my mom's mom, whom he met first. She was quiet and kind but still sassy and hilarious. Who couldn't love that?
My other grandma is just a sweetie. After Matt met her, we left, and he said, "Now, that's a sweet grandma." I responded (since he had met both of my grandmas by then), "Now, you know why I was so surprised when I met yours." I've heard that his other grandma, who passed away when he was 5, was the milk and cookies kind. I guess the world is in balance again.