The Only Granny That Comes Close to Matching My Gram’s Cuteness

There are a lot of people putting their grandparents on YouTube these days – and trust me,  I totally understand the need to show the world how awesome or cute the elderly people in your life are. Not all grandparents on YouTube – or in life – are created equal though, so many of these videos elicit an, “Aww, that’s nice,” response, but that’s pretty much it. I don’t want to steal anyone else’s grandma – or at least I hadn’t before now.

Meet this 97-year-old grandma who, just like my gram, hasn’t met a piece of chocolate she didn’t like. Regardless of the look on her dog’s unimpressed face, this little lady can get down with the get down! Hell, she keeps dancing even when the music stops. You just can’t tame this dancing beast.

More important than her happy feet, just look at the sweetness in her face. I bet she gives great hugs. I tip my hat to you, some stranger’s cute grandma, way to keep it real for 97-years and counting.

This Is What An Owl Looks Like?

Watching this adorable video of an owl grooming his dog buddy is making me feel as though either the owl is animatronic or I have never seen an owl walking before. Now I just want one – especially one that I can put on Bravo’s Shear Genius.

Am I dreaming or does it seem like the owl is basically saying, “Oh what can we do with this hair? There is so much going on here I don’t even know where to start.”

Superbass Happy Meal Size

A huge thank you to my friend @brighieb for sending this video to me last night. I can’t stop watching it – it’s making me the happiest person who is just getting over a migraine ever. First of all, her dancing = ACES. Her choice of sidekick = don’t let that bitch outshine you girl! You know how to pick them. Her singing: Fresh to death! The final “Superbass” = includes a neck twist, finger snap and hip movement = Perfection. All of this wrapped up in a tutu with a British accent.

For those of you who don’t know me very well, I can tell you with certainty, that this little girl (minus anything girly and minus the adorable accent) was me when I was that age. Substitute in a bowl cut, some terrible Panama Jack boy shorts complete with matching button down and the entire Beastie Boys “License to Ill” album, and she and I are twinsies from different generations.