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| You Try Leaving this Behind! |
My commute for the last couple of days
has faced a severe challenge. One that I’m not sure I’m ready to handle. It has
become nigh on impossible to willingly leave the house because of our
houseguest. The FBR is spending the week with us since her parents have to work
and their day care center shut down for the week. I count that as a huge win
for us. The issue with the commute is that I find it hard to leave the house.
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| Pulling Her Chair Up to Share Breakfast With Grampa |
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| Could Not Ask for Better Early Morning Company |
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| And Pertinent Conversation |
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| When She Isn't Taking Abuela Out for a Spin |
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| Second Breakfast With Abuela |
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| She's a Hobbit! |
She makes it known in no uncertain
terms that she doesn’t expect me to leave and is smart enough to read my face
in that I don’t want to go. She compounds the effort by giving me repeated hugs
as I try to head out the door and then waving in a heartbreaking manner when I
try to close the door. My wife is a bemused spectator to this whole cat and
mouse game. When I come home for lunch I’m greeted with a “”You’re back Grampa!”
and more hugs. I may never return to work although I do explain as I wheedle my
way out that I have to work to buy her more toys. She seemed to accept that
rationalization.
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| The Newly Crowned Marshmallow Queen of Greater Worcester With Escort at the Scene of the Crime |
I know it’s hard to believe that I left
any stone unturned in yesterday’s epic post-Christmas post but I neglected to
highlight the role the ABFA played during the dinner prep. As my son and I were
headed down the home stretch the ABFA volunteered to add the miniature marshmallows
to the sweet potato dish before it went into the oven. When I turned around to
put the dish into the oven I found that she had literally carpet bombed the
dish. Every square millimeter was covered with marshmallows. Both my son and I stopped
to laugh as the sweet toothed ABFA had taken full advantage of her position.
When served it was a huge hit with the assembled diners. Unfortunately I was so
shocked by the display that I didn’t take a picture of this singular treat –
take my word for it – it was heroic!
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| Nice Photo of My Wife's Family Christmas Dinner in Panama Note the Patriot's Shirt on the Nephew |
The Bad Cinema project count remains
at #87 out of 100, for
the foreseeable future for obvious reasons.
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