I certainly wasn't expecting the s**t that landed in my lap the next day. After the hell that is Sunday brunch in my house, with the grandparents and Cy joining us, I escaped to my garage to tinker with something.
Every year or so I like to upgrade my sons' bikes because they outgrow them as fast as I build them. I could hear laughter coming from inside and that was good enough for me.
They make me nuts, but there's no better feeling than having my whole family under one roof. Kat's in her element because she has more than enough people at her beck and call.
It's the only time the pothead acts like he has any damn sense these days. For all his bullshit he's a grandpa down to his toenails. Of course by the time he and his wife leaves I'm gonna have to undo half the s**t they did.
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