My granddaughter told me today she wants me to grow a beard for Christmas AND put back on the weight I've lost. She doesn't want SUPERBOB, she wants SANTA.
Well, I will grow the beard (and it will be nice and gray) but she will have to be happy with a pillow stuffed in my shirt for her Santa tummy.
Well, I will grow the beard (and it will be nice and gray) but she will have to be happy with a pillow stuffed in my shirt for her Santa tummy.