Good morning everyone, I am back at Grandads this week. This is getting very confusing to me, one week at Bubchies, the next at Grandads. At least at Grandads the technology is much better than at Bubchies. No pictures last week, I am still mortified by that.
Also when I am at Grandads we learn different things that he says are helpful in life. Stairs are one of those things he insists I learn how to navigate.
I would go up OK, and then he would say "get back down here and do it again." This went on for an hour. Down is much harder than up.
He didn't think it was a good idea when I tried it in my little car.I should have realized when he asked my Mom for my camo pants something was up for today. He has been acting very paranoid lately. So when he stuck me out in the front yard, and told me to watch for Al Kida it didn't surprise me at all.
There was a Paul, Steve, and a Bob, but nobody named Al. I thought my hiding spot was good, but Grandad kept yelling out the window to keep my head down.
After reloading, I got foyer watch in the afternoon.
Not as buggy as by the big rock
Well I am going to wrap this up for today, all the fresh air has me wiped out. See ya Jack
