Today my mom posted this letter on the Disqus comments section of my blog. Since absolutely no one here will ever see it, I decided to post it here..
"So my new name is Grammy Pammy and I am the mother of a son who is exploiting his beautiful little baby girl on Facebook, Tanner Blog and this DISQUS. Appaently I never taught him never to talk to strangers. Ha! At first I thought it said DISGUST. Whatever, she is a real cutie, we are blessed to have Emi in our family.
So good to see familiar names on this blog, I will not hang myself today — I am glad you’re still here. John C — you always made me laugh, lavie-blem, were you the one who had a MUM? Can’t remember. So happy you all have remained friends across the miles.
05. Organizing Paper Clip Protest Rallies (Staplers are way more reliable)
06. Impersonating Nick Nolte
07. Intimidating Baby Porcupines
08. Tasting The Rainbow
09. Climbing Water Slides
10. Throwing Hammers At Stuff
Note to self: Throw “: The Tanner Almon Story” to the end of any of these and I’d have a great title for an unauthorized biography. For example, “Getting Drunk With Dolphins: The Tanner Almon Story” would probably be a best seller.
When are you going to buy Vicki flowers!? I've been waiting forever for you to check that off your to-do list!
Vicki’s eagerly been waiting for flowers since October, so she quite literally has a gigantic water balloon full of anticipation swirling around inside her belly (along with Bunko Junior). If I were to suddenly hand her flowers at this point, that tense balloon would immediately pop and release a gigantic tidal wave of anticipation all over Baby Bunko.
So the point is, I gave Vicki a baby, and for the good of the baby, I absolutely cannot give her flowers. Don’t cry for Vicki, cry for me, the tragic guy who wishes he could give his wife flowers but can’t for the good of a fetus.