Sometimes when I don�t write for a while I�ll muse long about just posting an oldie, bargaining back a musty thing and pretending it�s new. There�s a fair number of things from the past that I�d just as soon throw up here for old times sake, some of them are not so awful bad even to me.But naw.
Seems precious close to plagiarism in a way. Or waning for the numbers.
Why would I do something so silly, when newness beams fresh ever so?
No, there�s little to nothing so far as updates on the subject of grandchildren.
Meaning that the Middlest One daughter has Yet to Pop. Tomorrow�s the pop date.
And it�s a testament to her O�foxed toughness, I suppose, that she has neither taken a day of bedrest nor deviated one bit from her routine. Which includes frequently walking a hyperactive Boxer and driving over here (with Boxer) for dinner on a nightly basis. I�m starting to wonder if she plans on birthing this child by herself, with the dog as a mid-wife, and just showing up for supper one night with a wriggling bundle slung to her bosom. Maggie is practical to a fault, and nonchalant to the very tee.
I give her �til the end of the week. She�ll pop. My wife cannot reasonably stand much more of this waiting. Although the Boxer, by all accounts, is having a wonderful time.
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