That’s how we bring up all children in our family: by ear.
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I like to think I'm a good uncle. Even though, I don't really know my "real" nieces and nephews. I've seen Millie, once; I've seen Auden, once; I've never meet Vinnie. So, to make up for this: I give all my grand uncle-ness to a series of young cousins, whose mothers I grew up with, as my nieces, being the baby of the adopted family I claimed with their grandmother, who I took as my--- You know what, let me scratch that. It's too confusing. My family tree, you know, is really just an assortment of random branches that were blown down during a storm, and happend to fall around...
"Pickled sausage isn't on my Wake-Me-Up Stuff list."
Glory be. I'm back. I imagine I've been put right on the cusp of being completely forgotten. I could hardly blame you. I almost forgot myself. First, my laptop (which oddly rarely found its way to my lap) was struck by lightning. This is not , I'm sure you'll agree, all that conducive to a blogger's life. I was still able to access my poetry, scripts, musings, etc. but was unable to connect to the Internet. The techies were no help either, over the phone, as on their end of things it registered as "connected." Heck, even on my end, the blame thing was...
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