Hi, I survived the potentially disastrous walking demo near an open body of water to live to tell another tale. This is a tale of woe and sorrow. Grandma and Grandpa G left sometime ago (it is really hard to say exactly when, when you are chronologically unaware.) Here we all are at Nanny and the-man-who-does-not-go-by-any-name's house, enjoying some rather good margaritas. (I think Grandpa G is retelling the St. Paul Island National Forest Unit A and Unit B story, again!)
On another note, have you ever noticed just how good your thumb can taste?
I highly recommend it. Grandpa wouldn't take part, despite my satisfactory slurps, but this is coming from the guy who taught his children to search for stray chocolate chips from opened bags on the grocery aisle shelves. Go figure.
On another note, have you ever noticed just how good your thumb can taste?
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