"Dat's Gwampa." he says.
Sorry, Grandpa.
Maybe it's the facial hair?
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When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be...
- Rosie_Kate
- I'm a homeworking wife/mom. I'm married to a hard-working Lutheran pastor and we have three little boys and a sweet little girl who are growing way too fast. We are renovating and living in an antique crumbling ruin of a farm house. I am an unconventional health-nut. This blog is just snippets from my daily life, random splashes of paint.
Why am I not hanging out with my nephew right now... ugh. And, is that a Mister Corn Head? Potatoes aren't dirt cheap enough for you broke midwesterners, you have to by the Corn Head? Or did you maybe buy it in Iowa? I guess theres mad corn there...
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