So. I crossed the N. Edisto and much later, the Saluda and Broad, hung a hard left and later crossedtheCatawba again in search of CousinDavid.
I found him in a corner of my dad's house in a city of 2,400,000 bringing in the new year. He looks low-key, but watch out. He's a real hum-dinger after midnight. He's just subdued here in a mashed potato, ham and apple bread induced stupor. And? You might notice he has aged a decade. But don't say anything.
Speaking of hum-dingers, 2024 was a rough one. We ushered 2025 humbly bowed in prayer after prayer. I hesitate to say this, lean in close and I'll whisper. I think '25 will be a good year. I know, right? Look at me, allpositive and everything.
I have to say that 2024 did produce something good.... baby Niall!
Such a happy baby! Like 2024 is the best thing that ever happened to him.
But back to CousinDavid.
He brought me some eggs from his chickens. Rain or shine, holiday or not, he delivers. In a fluke of Brilliance, Cousin David sold his city house and moved out to the country since you've heard from him. He chases snakes and all.
Between the eggs, the Tacky Tour and New Year's Eve, we spent a lot of time together. It was so fun to see him again. And I know my faithful readers have wondered where he's been. So here's the tea.
TheLittleMissus has kept him busy out on the new farm, ain't she a keeper?! She's my favorite on account of how we endured a doosie of a situation together one time.
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Even the social worker at the rehab center knows of him! Her response today was “I’ll tell your son”! Of course, I don’t remember what she was going to tell him, but I had told her what he said about me being worth it when they turned me into the scrap metal yard!!
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