Ellemental

I called my grandmother last night and asked what she was doing.

Grandmother: Oh, just sitting here watching the psychedelic lights.

Me: What??!?!!?

Grandmother: The psychedelic lights. They’re hard to see during the day, but they are so pretty when it’s dark.

Me: Where are you? What lights are you talking about?
Grandmother: The lights on the Christmas tree. The Psychedelic Tree.

Me: Fiber Optic, grandma. Not psychedelic.