Saturday, April 4, 2009
Birthday Party
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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3 comments:
And some day he'll enjoy that ratio more than he does now ... lol.
My nephew the deputy was in the restaurant at the same time as the birthday party and came over and informed me that some girl (turned out to be the birthday girl) had him down on the ground and was beating him up. I told Julius to not get beat up by girls. All the deputies laughed about it and said, "Don't bother setting his expectations up for anything better. One day he'll have a wife and that's all he'll be is beat up by women."
What a bitter group!
Uh oh, Mamma. You're going to be in real trouble in about eight years.
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