I'm Having a Baby...

...come stay with me for a week. Gotcha!

I'm so excited. Look at this little guy. Isn't he the cutest? His mommy is a friend of the family and she is bringing him on Sunday and they are staying for a little vacay. Yay!

I feel a bit sorry for the little guy, though. After spending a week with me, he will probably have a nervous condition from dodging me and chapped cheeks from the kisses I land when he is unable to get out of my way fast enough. See that worried look on his face? That was right after his mom told him about their little trip to West Chester.

After a week of my constant unwanted affection, the kid will be begging is mom to take him home, away from the crazy redhead lady. Since I got this perm, I hope I don't cause him to be riddled with a lifetime of nightmares involving insane clowns chasing him with kissy-lips.

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You know all about Papaw's big birthday bash on Saturday. He received several cards full of cash and this is what he put that money towards. That's right, a new camper. Isn't that what every 90-year-old needs for his birthday?
He did need a new one, though, his is pretty worn out. In the 60 years that he has been camping at the National Muzzle Loading Rifle Association campground in Friendship, Indiana, he has gone through 2 or 3 campers.

I'll do a post sometime on his passion for muzzle loaders and how he can throw a tomahawk and split a playing card in half. Who needs guns when you can scalp an intruder from 30 feet?