You guys better be careful. That's the coach's woman you're talking about.
She's a dirty, smelly, hairy, old former hippie, but he likes her.
Well now, Grandma's just a little simple, that's all.
The only ungrandmotherly thing about her--besides that she hangs around Skins's island--is her Hatred for God, and hence her Hatred of all that is good and decent. I dunno why that is; she appears to come from good family in Ohio. Perhaps she was just looking for something to Hate, and God by chance strolled by, and became the target.
I was suprised to learn that Grandma is only 50 years old--she looks much older, like in her late 60s, in photographs she's put up before--which makes her the youngest primitive hanging around the cooking and baking forum; younger (of course) than the Rita Hayworth primitive, younger than the warped primitive, younger than the sparkling husband primitive, &c., &c., &c.
Hell, Grandma's practically an infant, compared with them.
What one finds endearing, in a silly sort of way, about Grandma is that she and her husband live in isolated rural northeastern Oklahoma, and they think they're living life the way life was lived in the old days.
However, unless I missed something in the history books, I don't think Abe and Mary in their log cabin or Joe and Sadie in their sod house had cat-litter boxes, microwave ovens, freezers, indoor plumbing, automobiles, pharmaceuticals, electric mixers, and of course internet access.
It's sort of warmly amusing, in a silly way, how Grandma tries to fool herself.