5 o'clock
When is daddy coming home? I thought I heard his truck. I stare out this window, looking, waiting, calling for him, minute after excruciating minute, until...
finally!
finally!
posted by GUS | 6:28 PM
- some of my favorite things...
- can you believe this?
- BUBBLES!!!
- tooths
- visitor P
- Baby C and Baby G
- The Return of Grandpoop
- Happy Easter Everyone
- Owweeee!
- Nordic BBQ
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Yeah, Daddy can drive a truck and grow a beard and have lunch at the 'Mucky Duck', but do you see that lumber pile behind him? That big, beautuiful pile of firewood stacked just so? The firewood that will keep Maamaam and Granpa and YOU warm all winter long?
I did that. Uncle Mike.
It's summertime, dude, and you chopped wood for one day six months ago.
I think we'd better leave the Duck out of this.
Chopped wood for one day? We shall settle this over 'Viking Days'.
Do not be fooled Gus. I am the one who sawed the wood up and dragged it out of the pile while those two morons stood around and smoked cheap cigars and lied about their glory days.
And keep them away from Viking days. Those Vikings will spit them out like bad cheese and stick them with their hats.
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