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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
There were two birthdays in my family this week, joyous events for me. My son, God bless the good lookin’ man he’s grown to be, has his father’s prematurely grey hair for a man of such youth, vigor, vitality, and health. I’m sad to say that at 20 years younger, he’s the more grown up between the two of us. Many happy returns of the day, son.
Which brings me to his sister’s daughter, who, it seems, may be wearing a bikini at the tender year of seven, but ’twill be a sad day for us adults since her mother will be killed. At least that’s what I understand her twitter/blog entries to mean. My grand-daughter is a handful. That’s just the way.
I got this whole DNA pride going on, I’m sentimental about my family this week. I miss them. They really are outstanding and I’m proud to be their friend, they are the kind of people I really like.
I’m not sure that I should get much credit for how they turned out. They all seem to have grown up quite on their own. Very strong personalities from very young ages. Thank the ancestors for good genes. Every encore seems better than the last.
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George received some cash from her Gramp-a-Long and we took it to Target for a tankini and the additional concessions that she would slather in sunscreen and wear a super-cute pink cover-up, which she also bought, when not in the water. (“It has a hood!” she said before clicking her toothless grin and twirling around.) I don’t have to kill myself and she’s only showing off her belly button. She said she’d wait until she was ten to ask again for the bikini. Kill me now!