OK, here is my random rant for the day: what is up with the blackmailing photos in the movies and television? They are always 8x10 black and white close-ups. It’s like the blackmailers want to go first class when processing the photos. What do they do? Go to Kinko’s and ask for the “Blackmail Special”? Apparently, I think WAY too much.
Gloria is well on her way to becoming a gymnast. My dad was putting in a new window seat in the living room and Gloria decided to use it as her balance beam. Then, she decided that Grandpa had a lot of cool tools that she could explore. I don’t know which she found more fascinating, the electric drill or the level. Of course, my dad was there to make sure she was safe, relatively speaking. I love my dad but sometimes he has a liberal version of safety. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my sister. He had her hold a plate glass window while he used a sledge hammer to knock it into place, he had her drive his Astro van when she was about 13 years old, and who knows what other dangerous things. The funny thing is, my sister agreed to do all of this without questioning the safety. I, on the other hand, was a total chicken. He couldn’t even get me to mow the lawn. My explanation was simple: Dad, I only do women’s work! Ah, the irony.
Gloria is well on her way to becoming a gymnast. My dad was putting in a new window seat in the living room and Gloria decided to use it as her balance beam. Then, she decided that Grandpa had a lot of cool tools that she could explore. I don’t know which she found more fascinating, the electric drill or the level. Of course, my dad was there to make sure she was safe, relatively speaking. I love my dad but sometimes he has a liberal version of safety. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my sister. He had her hold a plate glass window while he used a sledge hammer to knock it into place, he had her drive his Astro van when she was about 13 years old, and who knows what other dangerous things. The funny thing is, my sister agreed to do all of this without questioning the safety. I, on the other hand, was a total chicken. He couldn’t even get me to mow the lawn. My explanation was simple: Dad, I only do women’s work! Ah, the irony.
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