Beer is the mind-killer. Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my beer. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. When the beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
My BIL had a kid and that's when I realized that I could be his dad and hence be a grandpareant! If you figure you have a kid at 18, and they have a kid at 18, you are only 36 when you are a grandparent. Yikes!
Sending prayers and hoisting a pint for the big event coming up soon!
My BIL had a kid and that's when I realized that I could be his dad and hence be a grandpareant! If you figure you have a kid at 18, and they have a kid at 18, you are only 36 when you are a grandparent. Yikes!
Sending prayers and hoisting a pint for the big event coming up soon!
I'll tell Tara that you're sending prayers. She's busy moaning right now.
Thanks for all the good wishes. She's dilated to 5cm right now, so it should be happening later today!
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