Loaded up and truckin.
After spending the night in Tupelo, MS we are back in the car and east bound. Well, actually we are not IN the car right now. Cause I cried and made Indiana Jones stop at McDonald's so I could blog. He gave me "the look" but I batted my eyelashes. And when that did not work I told him I had diarrhea and HAD TO GO. It worked. Don't judge me. I am addicted to bloggin.
And I had all these "GREAT" (relatively speaking...if your standards aren't that high...and mine aren't) pics to post. But McDonald's is taking too long to upload my "GREAT PICS" so you will get these instead.
Some people in our family have a hard time waking up in the morning. This must come from his paternal mother's first cousin's sister's side.
Cause I am chipper at all times. As soon as my feet hit the floor....well kinda.
Whatever....Mr. Military Wake Up At 5 AM Everyday. Some would scream child labor laws when they see this. I say, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A SWEAT SHOP? Don't complain. I kid. I kid.
REAL TIME STORY....
So as I was bloggin and playin with the Twerps at McDonald's, this elderly gentleman who appeared to have had a rough life, came up to me and started asking about my twerps. He then told me about how he had six kids with his wife...three boys, three girls...and then she left him cause he had a baby with a married woman. He would suggest not doing that.
He then told me about how he saw the baby boy once when he was two and a half and when he sobers up he is gonna find him and do the right thing. Then he wiped his eyes as I smelled the alcohol on his breath at 9 am. Well, I for one believe he can do it. Actually, I know he will. What a sweet soul. I am praying for him as he walks away.