As aforementioned, my mom's dad, "Grandpa C" as he was so fondly known all my formative years, just turned ninety (yesterday) and a party was had by all (Saturday). Yikes, 90! I'm freaking out a little over 27...
how, exactly, do you make it to 90 years of age? I must know the secret. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll make it that long before my arteries clog and I fall over dead. I need to get out of the south - the way people eat here is going to kill me.
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how, exactly, do you make it to 90 years of age? I must know the secret. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll make it that long before my arteries clog and I fall over dead. I need to get out of the south - the way people eat here is going to kill me.
ahh! i love your grandpa. he has made me and vinny feel like a part of the family. =) happy birthday!
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