Grif "graduated" from eighth grade this week. The word graduated is in quotes because in The Old Curmudgeon's world getting through eigth grade was no big deal. Catfish always thought it was a big accomplishment for my cousins ––an accomplishment that warranted a hefty cash award. It was a different story for the then young Curmudgeon. When he enquired of C.G. about getting a little taste of the action at the end of eighth grade all he received was an amused look. However, you should know that The Old Curmudgeon is not still bitter. Honest. Anyway, we were talking about Grif, so let's just move along, shall we?
Ahem, Grif "graduated" from eighth grade this week. Some of the parents organized a dance for the kids (since the school also didn't seem to think it was such a big deal, but I digress) at the United Methodist Church. Grif, having just this morning had his teeth paroled from the Orthodontia Penitentery, donned his most formal all-black and slightly scary outfit for the big event.
Yeah, that thing around his neck is a tie. Hey, this is a formal event!
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I especially liked the car that he gave us when we got our driver's license. Oh, I wasn't supposed to tell that!
Darn it!! At least you kept it well hidden when I was around.
Maurene found two of Grif's rubber bands when she was doing the 'deep clean' of the bathroom! Guess he won't be needing them. He cleans up pretty good.
Man, if those were worth anything, we would be rich with all the rubber bands lurking around here. If they were a little bigger you could use them for something…if you didn't mind the fact they've been in Grif's mouth.
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