My grandma lives near there, in San Francisco, in a $1.1 million house. She is neither red nor a herring. She's a nice little old lady. Well, maybe she isn't n

My grandma lives near there, in San Francisco, in a $1.1 million house. She is neither red nor a herring. She's a nice little old lady. Well, maybe she isn't nice by modern San Francisco standards; she is strictly Catholic and rather unhappy with the sexual behavior of most residents. Other than possibly that though, you'd probably like her. She keeps busy with plants, lots of noisy clocks, and a bird. Unlike a herring, she does not eat copepods and doesn't swim. She only managed to spawn 7 times, 1 or 2 at a time. She is mostly beige colored, not red. She is several times longer than the largest known herring. All things considered, I'm certain she isn't a red herring. Look, if she were a red herring, how could she even sign the paperwork to buy a house in the first place? Why would a herring even want a house, especially one that isn't flooded?