I am beginning to think my son in law Paul is a wee bit disrespectful. He addresses me as "the old coot". That's not too bad. After all a coot is a rather attractive duck, but I'm thinking he might not be using the term in that vein. His subtle mentions of things like, did I have a pet dinosaur growing up and did I mind giving up my horse for a horseless carriage, are beginning to make me think he might be thinking that I'm old. Me! Old?!
On my birthday this month I knew he was thinking about me because I saw a post on Facebook from him. He was asking if anyone knew of an app that mimicked ancient runes chiseled on rock. He said he was trying to find a medium I could relate to. Really, Paul. A note neatly inked with a quill would have been just fine.
On my birthday this month I knew he was thinking about me because I saw a post on Facebook from him. He was asking if anyone knew of an app that mimicked ancient runes chiseled on rock. He said he was trying to find a medium I could relate to. Really, Paul. A note neatly inked with a quill would have been just fine.
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