Thursday, July 24, 2014

I'm my own Grandpa Simpson!

Well, its official.  I tell "Grandpa Simpson" stories.  Talking about nearsightedness with my girlfriend, she immediately shut me down when I began "Well, it was 11th grade in Mr. Moeberg's class..."  I guess she's heard that story enough.  Anyway, that's when my eyesight went bad because suddenly I couldn't read the board anymore.

Is it rude to interrupt someone's Grandpa Simpson story?  I think it should be.  I have to listen to others.  Just smile and nod! Sheesh!

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