So, recently I read about some dumb$&^# buying the wrong chemicals for his flowers. Not sure HOW a person could do that. Perhaps it's just age, creeping in. It's sad, really, that the old geezer is losing his faculties...but I guess it's time. Like the circle of life, really. Wanted to find a nice photograph to lift his spirits...to help him feel better about himself and his adult onset of dyslexia. (I mean really, aging is spelled with no e...it's tragic.) Anyway, I am also putting the finishing touches on a Solo manual that I hope to share with everyone at Spring Creek, because with this turn of events, he may not remember a heart from a diamond next time he makes a pitiful attempt to play. Anyway, this picture represents Uncle Roger to a T! It speaks to the heart of who he is.
(Gotcha, sucka.) (Hope your sense of humor is still intact.)
LOVE and big gooey kisses on your cheek,
Yer favorite wonderful talented smart and amazing niece
5 comments:
Sam, Sam, Sam. I said I could'nt find a way to blame you. That's a good thing, right.
Hope you make it up to Spring Creek. We'll settle this in a Solo game.
I wondered what it would take to get you to do another post. Good job.
AJ
Three more days. Can't wait, Can't wait.
Why OH why do I not check the blogs more often!?! I love you Sammo!
Ok, Rog. You got me on that one. Boy, it did give me an opportunity to wax rhapsodic about one of my fav uncles! Hee Hee. About that solo game...game on, sucka!!! You know i love you, right? I would NEVER give a lesser uncle such a hard time. :P
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