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Well then, that explains a lot.
Aw, you know I lurves you Lori.
Your grandpa sounds like a hoot!
Grandpa was a BIG hoot and I miss him bunches. When I went to college, and Mom was giving me the list of "Do & Don't"s, Grandpa just smiled. When it was his turn to hug me, he said, "Don't be good, be careful!" and then he winked at me. He passed away before I graduated though and that was sad.
He was from AZ, and Daddy moved him to live by us when Grandpa accidently shot himself in the leg with his pistol and didn't notice until his boot filled with blood. He said the bullet passed right through into the seat of the truck, so he just "doctored up" his leg and went on with whatever he was doing at the time. Said the worst part was cleaning the boot. Daddy was not amused...
I'm actually glad that happened. Grandpa had a lot of great stories we wouldn't have heard if he hadn't lived across the lot from us growing up. He didn't want to live in the farmhouse, so he only came over when mom cooked a big meal. His favorite was flapjacks.