His first taste of big city life…Ain’t that cute?
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Where do I begin?
A great man once said this, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you.” I can only echo his words. There are so many people to thank – my parents, that guy in the park, my Sunday School teacher, my first true love (you know who you are), my barber…on and on and on…if I continue, I will only feel guilty for those I forget.
Most of all, I want to thank Dr. Sharlena for undying support and Barry for providing this garden in which my creativity has flowered! The two of you are tuely the BEST! Honorable mention goes to SOFA who tought me to look at the brighter side of life and to find good where it sometimes seems only evil exists.
I know you all have to get going to school, work, volunteer responsibilities and housecleaning. Thank you so much for your time here today. I’ll conclude with more words from that great man. “Unbind your mind, There is no time, To lick your stamps, and paste them in, DISCORPORATE, And we will begin. And if you feel like throwing underpants onto the stage, put ’em over there.“
Thanks again, folks, you’ve been great! …and now it’s on to high school to see what lies ahead!!…does anyone know what happened to my other sock?
Aaaww…
Pass the hankies,
please… SOB.
(nudge)
Look at our kid, Barry
(he’s snoring)
I SAID “LOOK AT OUR KID, BARRY”; wake up!!
You are always welcome, Bob. I’m pretty sure Uncle Sofa is gonna send you back your sock, if he still didn’t smoke it stuffed in his own high-school diploma.
BUT remember Bob: you get nothing with your elementary correspondence school-degree…
Hot Damn! I’ve still to receive my first diploma from the Good Doctor. Congenial congrats Bob, yet, be aware though – I tell you that’s a restaurant menu…