The cornbread was new, unlike my next date

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."

Really? REALLY?

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.