Last night my grandpa came over for dinner. I don't see him very often because he lives in Wayne County. What? You don't know where Wayne county is? Well, either do I. Ok, I do. It's in the central/southern Utah. But going down there requires me to hike and do small town activities that are too exhausting for me to even think about.
Anyway, Grandpa D* took it upon himself to ask me if I wanted to be set up because he "knows a really extraordinary man". I am deeply concerned why my grandpa, that I only see about twice a year, has taken it upon himself to find me a man. When I asked him who this guy is and how he knows him he replied, "I grew up with him."
My grandpa is 80. My life is depressing.
On another note, I would like to use this post as my formal retraction to this post. I mistakenly wrote that my friend and former home-teacher re-gifted our christmas present. He was hurt by this allegation and demanded a retraction. I informed him that I would write a retraction if, and only if, we baked us more cornbread.
And so he did.
Brady, I am sorry. Please forgive me. And please make us more cornbread. It was delicious.