Reminds me of my maternal grandmother. She passed in her early 70's and was also a ball of fire. She smoked like a chimney and could curse like a sailor, even in front of us young children. One day, my mother asked her to please refrain in front of us kids. My Grandma replied "Pffft, I raised a d@mn prude!" Another time, she spotted a neighbor dog taking a dump on the lawn outside her singlewide, ran outside, and grabbed the nearest implement of destruction. After a string of expletives, she yelled to the neightbor "If your dog comes in my yard again, I'm gonna beat its guts out with a garden hoe!" Apparently this is part of the joy of growing old...you just don't care what anyone thinks any more. Actually kind of fun for us kids to watch the show...