Monday Eve. went to my daughters to discuss Thanksgiving plans. I got in the door, while I was taking my shoes off at the entrance to the living room I heard the 2 year old holler GRAMPA, then four kids came out and mobbed me! ( Pics are coming, one of the older granddaughters took them on their phone and they have to yet be retrieved and sent to me.)
You have to LIVE, DIE, and PAY TAXES, and pay for what you do between your LIVING and your DYING!
An American by birth, an Alaskan by CHOICE!
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. Prv. 27:17
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