I have no clue how my Pop lived through raising 3 girls without sending them off to a convent, killing every red blooded male that dared call on the telephone, or spending all his spare time building an electric fence that surrounded our house.
'Cause the older that little girl gets in that picture the more I dream about doing all of the above.
That is ONLY unless she and her mother kill each other first.
All bets are off.
The Journey is the Destination…Sort Of
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