Happy Birthday Poppa…

Today was my father’s 67th birthday.  You would never know his age for how he busily goes about his life.  This Princess of Maratouse and Mauritania gave him the greatest greeting of all tonight. She put on a grand show. “Hold on,” my father said. “I’ve got to pee.” “You can use my bathroom,” I replied. “I can’t make it that far,” dad said as he went in the bushes on the side of my house. We both laughed and Maggie barked and barked! “Just what the hell is he doing?” Maggie seemed to be asking as she barked and whined. Papa finished his business and came on inside to birthday greetings.  I gave him a birthday card and a Red Lobster gift card. 
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