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I wouldn't say normal ..... and here is why .......
you know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, The Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the US of arrogance, and Germany doesn't want to go to war.
Same shite different day, Zoe....ammending drawings...WOOHOO! and car shopping..other than that not much.
I love the story BTW...when i worked at CVS in high school we had a lot of fun with the PA system...that and pranking the pharmacy...but I'll save those stories for later...
I am quite pleased that the fellas will be joining me for the Big BBQ
Not only am I not going to grow up, ever, I plan on regressing. Here's why, and I'll start at the beginning.
On the first day, an infant arrived home from the hospital to this house:
If you look closely, you see the TVR Griffith, complete with Holman&Moody 289 in the yard, and in the carport (starting on the far end) is the Galaxie 500 (Nascar edition), the Buick Riviera, and the Ferrari 330 GT, which the very same infant would later roll 6 times into a lake.
A few years later, he joined his parents (that's my dad in the brown bomber jacket next to pit wall, and Mom sitting on pit wall) at Daytona, where Grandad drove this lovely car
Despite a (somewhat) normal childhood, that infant ended up racing this beauty (and yes, that is the green Studebaker, one of 3 in the family, in front of our warehouse)
Now that he's bigger (in girth) and lighter (in wallet) our infant plays with this toy