Let's move on to a topic that is much less controversial and much more fun like this guy:
You will remember my grandpa as the unfortunate recipient of an inappropriate tie, which he wore to my cousin's wedding. If you don't know the story, you really MUST check it out and scroll to the end of the post for a picture of the offending article.
He is the sweetest, kindest man. Papa, we call him. He's turning 77 on July 26 and still works full time. The man is a nut! When I asked him why he didn't just retire already, he said, " Well, your grandma's dad retired and a year later he was dead."
You can't argue with that kind of logic.
So this past week was a family reunion at the lake. Twenty-seven people, give or take a few, and we had a blast. One surprising highlight of my lake vacation was taking a trip to the store with Papa and Nonnie to get a few boxes of jello. For a 77-year-old, the dude speed-walks with the best of them. My grandma and I were left behind to scurry along in his wake.
This is how it went:
Those glasses kill me.
