My youngest, Evan, gets married on Sunday night. Lots to do, like drink beers and smoke cigars and such.
Right now dealing with motherly angst and all that. (not against, but only slightly better, thanks for catching that Ross)
Somehow Monty Python and The Holy Grail come to mind, "This is supposed to be a happy occasion, let's not bicker over who killed who..."
Time will tell.
Last edited by rphud; 08-31-2018 at 05:29 PM..
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