Sunday, July 04, 2010

Fourth of July brgins

Cockle-Doodle-Doo

Boned Jello

Can you see the sunny day outside?
No, because the sun isn't up yet.
What is Grampy doing up then?
Somebody who doesn't drink red whiskey wanted to eat breakfast.
It's sunny inside now.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, but who could resist those eyes?
mary

Rodger the Real King of France said...

She's the whole package mary, got her momma's eyes. My othet GD is on her way over now. More fun than watching tv.

Alear said...

Hrmm, I've been hearing and saying that all my life, but never saw it in print. I say cocka-doodle-doo (not being perverse, that's the way I hear it), but yours makes too much more sense.

Rodg's blog: We come for the education.

Alear said...

And Happy Fourth all. Complements of the Hostages, I love that blog.

Tom Smith said...

And how is the ice cream maker? I got one too and so far its OK.

Anonymous said...

ice cream is awesome!

rickn8or said...

Well, damn Roger; SOMEBODY's gotta wake up the rooster...

And that's the thing about grandkids; they come along about the time you're the most cynical and make you look at the world through a child's eyes again.

Happy Fourth, Y'all.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

We have three, soon to be four, and they are without exception perfect - which is a reflection on the parenting. I love the dickens out of them.

jodi said...

You are a great grampa, Rog! Good for you. :-)

Rodger the Real King of France said...

Why thank you. You're a great mother!

Gabby said...

Grandmunchkins are the berries!

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