The rants, rambles, and otherwise uninteresting happenings in the life of...well, ME, you might say. You mean you wanna know more? Ok ok, you have my warning! (For you who want to know lots more about me, go here.)
My Funny Grandpa
My Grandpa can talk to anybody, and I'm sure of it. When we were
getting ready to go to Oregon, Grandpa called to ask what Grammoo's
phone number is. He had an old number of hers, and of course it was a
wrong number, and of course he got the wrong person. But being the nice
guy he is, he struck up a conversation with Mr. Wrong Number, ended up
telling him Grammoo was going to sell the house. Mr. Wrong Number came
out, and Grammoo gave him a tour. In the end, he expressed interest in
the house and bought an old-fashioned plow.
All because of my friendly Grandpa!
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Anne-the-cat 
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