This grame word, two words really, was invented by a woman just turned forty. she's looking in the mirror and says,
“Gray,,,,me!”
And..she keeps on talking to herself cause she knows her husband isn't dumb enough to be saying anything.
Yep, first grief at every gray hair, then anger, back to sorrow, scorn if anyone tries to offer comfort, wrath for wasting her life on “that lout”, finally misery when she realizes all the breakfast beer is gone. Just let the old man use the word “grammy”!
LMAO A+++