The day started off gently while my care got an oil change.
Would you buy a root beer from this man?
My forehead looks like the Michigan Basin!
Would you let this man poke you with needles and electrodes?
I found out that they frown on these sort of meta moments so I pocketed the camera.
And finally at home, relaxing before the game with a nice glass of cider. Grandpa appears to have fallen asleep.
2 comments:
I would NOT buy a rootbeer from the one man; he looks the type to slip a mickey in it and get me pregnant.
Shhh!
Family secrets should be secret!
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