While leaving my papa's house up in the mountains of north Georgia, after a raucous weekend of blue grass music is dilapidated barns, accidentally flashing the next door neighbors, and most importantly, celebrating my papa's 80th birthday, he said;
"Well, you guys come back whenever you can. I've only got 20 more years."
"Really? Whys that?"
"It's part of my plan. Live to be 100 only to be killed by a jealous husband."
Monday, April 14, 2008
Old people are the greatest...
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