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My Grandma is the cutest, sweetest person and I love her. I came home today from orientation, which is going well, but leaving my brain fried and well I had to call Megan so we could get together and exchange the things we'd let the other borrow before she goes away for her internship. My Grandma decided she wanted to go out to eat so she was going to go with me to where I was meeting Megan and then we'd find someplace to eat. She's getting her coat and things together and asks me if she's told me about the pheasants. Confused I told her that she'd told me she'd seen one before I'd rushed out the door to go to work. She explained that there were now two as she puts on her coat. She's working on her shoes and I'm walking away when she tells me, "And they're what's the word...queer?"

I of course froze and looked at her not knowing was to say, somehow I managed, "um, homosexual?"

She didn't hear me and looked up, "They're both males, what's the word...?"

"Gay," I supplied.

"That's right gay. They were gay pheasants."

I didn't know what to think. I was all, um...so she preceeded to tell me about how one followed the other around and what how they were just eating and being together. I asked her if male pheasants usually got along together, I think they do, but I'm not sure. She replied, "They do if they're gay!"

She was actually really please at the idea that had gay pheasants running around her yard. We've been joking back and forth about it since.