Upon returning from TN, we promptly got sick. All of us. Damn those southern germs! For two weeks we all sniffed and coughed and Grip couldn’t sleep or keep his food down.
Thus, when I came in the bedroom one night and saw this — I slept on the couch.
This is what happens with you start letting gay people get married. It corrupts the children!
Having something in your mouth helps with balance.
Can you feel the intensity?
On a visit to Noah’s house, Grip revealed a heretofore undetected cowpoke side.
OK, you must look closely at this picture. On our way back from Atlanta we saw this hanging from a counter in a middle-of-nowhere convenience store. I pointed it out to Dan, who snuck back in and got a picture of it. There are layers. To see the top closer click here — to see the bottom closer click here.
Emily finally got a smile out of the boy.
1. Jessica: “Grip, you’re cuuute…”
2. Grip: “Oh my God, a _girl_! What am I gonna do!?”
3. J: “Come here and give us a kiss, big boy!”
4. G: “Ha ha! ‘Cooties!’ That was brilliant!”
With two grandkids and a birthday to celebrate, there was a _lot_ of picture takin’ going on. As you can see, Grip tried to join in, but unfortunately, his mouth is still a little more agile than his hands.