Just tonight I got Facebooked by that crazy Granny Goose of mine. This is what she said.
HI, NATALIE!
I am asking myself why in the world I joined Facebook. Except for you and a few others, right now I am just too busy. Except for you, Tillie. I WILL ANSWER YOU, YOU LUCKY GIRL!
Love you lots,
GRANNY GOOSE
Love this pic.
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Aww . . . I want a Granny Goose! Precious.
ReplyDeleteGranny Goose sounds awesome. And your story just warmed my bitter spinster heart, just a little. Cute.
ReplyDeleteOh, reminiscing can be fun. I especially like it when you reminisce, because you have this way with words. Love it.
ReplyDeletePS I love your Granny Goose. She sounds incredible, yes? I also love that she's called Granny Goose. I have a brother called Goose, and it's endearing is what. Also, when he and his wifey reproduce, guess what? They'll have goslings. Isn't that fun?!
PPS I was way excited you stopped by my bloggy blog. I HAVE seen that Taters video, but couldn't find it to show my Brooker; now I've got the web address. And I thank you. :)
I love the story of falling in love. Your details are so vivid. I feel like I was there with you and the holbs and your crazy granny goose. Great post.
ReplyDeleteGranny Goose sounds awesome!
ReplyDeleteAin't love grand...I would love to know the story of how your granny became "Granny Goose"....sweet little name...sigh...my "granny's" are no longer here and I miss that....
ReplyDeleteGreat pic...nice story. Life is good isn't it?
ReplyDeleteAwww. This is just too cute! The picture, the story... And did The Holbsinator ever figure out the sex of his shirt? Inquiring minds pick up on the oddest parts of the story at 2 a.m., I tell ya!
ReplyDeleteI love hearing about the first "I love you" It doesn't get any better than the first butterflies you get from those three words.
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You two are ADORABLE! Ah, young love:) *sighhhhhh*
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