So, my grown son came home to a quiet house and says it totally freaked him out. Said for a minute he thought he had just walked into his grandmother's house. "I almost expected to see her knitting or something," he laughed. Instead, I walk in here and it's you sitting there, instead of knit one purl two, it's blog one Tweet two.
The more things change the more they stay the same.
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