This evening Granny learned what "friends with benefits" means, and she thought it was a brilliant phrase. We then decided she should place a personal ad in the local paper: "Classy, yet spunky fem. in northern Scotland. WLTM male resembling George Clooney to be her friend with benefits." Then she and I looked through pictures of all my old boyfriends and she ranked them in order of, in Granny's words, "gorgeousness." I'm hoping my DNA will cooperate and turn on those awesome genes.