Eight-year old boys, be very afraid! Marilyn II walks among us!
I nearly lost control of my truck, yesterday laughing at a conversation being related to me by Marilyn, between Ivy and her “ real ” Grandfather, while I was at work. Donald sr. is visiting for a few days next door, ostensibly to spend time with his grandkids. He always has some unannounced agenda usually involving someone else’s money. Anyway, Ivy asked him, “How old are you?” (When he had a full beard, they called him Pappa smurf!) He told her that he is 63 years old. Ivy looked puzzled for a... Sign in to see full entry.