My Pappy (grandfather) has taken a serious turn for the worse. He's been on hospice for a couple of months but they are saying he probably won't last the weekend. I'm leaving in a couple of hours for Florida. I'll be back next week.
Because of this I called and got squeezed in for my sleep study last night. I'll have that story and pictures when I get back. Y'all take care.
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- All Croc'd Up
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- Potty Head
- He knows when you are sleeping...
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- Shannon
- I am married, adopting our first child, a pug mommy, klutzy, freakish about the mail, loving IKEA, stationary, Target, pirates, shoes and purses, a list maker, a major planner, passionate, loud talking, and big laughing.
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