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My father and my sister came to my house to pick up the beagle today. What I didn't realize is that six other people were coming to my house as well. Thank goodness my kitchen was cleaned up the night before, or I'd have been embarrassed. My brother came with two of his neighbors, my niece came with her two children. All I had in the house was a bag of chips and some salsa. So that's what they got.

My father held his great-granddaughter Taylor and you can see how happy they both were. Isn't she a little doll?

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Sis held Taylor while Papa let her have her first taste of chips.

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When Ashley and Ally came home from school, the first thing Ashley wanted to do was hold the baby. She loves babies, much like her Mommy.

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I am so blessed in the love of my family, immediate and extended.

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  1. Frontier Editor8:29 PM

    I've been hanging around Vicus too long - I was scrolling down your blog rapidly and the photo of your father in an examining gown somehow became visually linked with the post title "His first date."

    I was pretty bewildered for a few seconds. Thank God no radishes were involved . . .

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  2. Anonymous10:42 PM

    FE. You make a lovely story sound sordid. You naughty boy.
    Here are some nice pictures about Pamela's dad enjoying a game of baby hurling, an introduction to eating junk food for said baby, and then one of Pamela's many children eating said baby when it had been fattened up, and all that you can do is make it into a vehicle for your warped sense of humour. Have some respect!

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  3. Unknown6:48 AM

    At least you didn't mention radishes.

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  4. Frontier Editor10:32 AM

    A: It seems that Pam's family took Swift's "A Modest Proposal" a bit too seriously;

    B: I did mention radishes;

    C: I wonder if the corsage and boutoniere found their proper places;

    D: What's the beagle doing wearing an S&M harness?

    E: Pam, I'd seriously consider deleting my and Vicus's comments ASAP.

    eytyfr: what you get when you cross Mussolini and Daladier

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  5. Frontier Editor8:18 PM

    Huh?

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  6. Unknown8:24 PM

    My sentiments exactly. Huh?

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