Postcards from The Farm...
Well, 'Gran' is here for a visit... and we know what that means - Baby Stuff.
Gord got a set of puppets... though I'm not sure who is having more fun:
Anyhow, the generations are out at the mall... poor Gord. I'm at home, working.
Speak of the devils... they're home... I guess I should get back to 'work'.
Cheers.
posted by London Postmaster @ 1:39 p.m.
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2 Comments:
And folks seem to think *I* have an easy job. I can't work in my underpants.
(Well, I suppose technically I could. But it would probably be followed by some manner of public inquest....)
Hey, I don't work in my underpants...well, at least when your mom is visiting.
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