My relation to the daring one
I am the little brother of one Daring Young Mom. Though the subject matter of our blogs may not reflect the shared upbringing, it is still true. I was wondering how I could prove my kinship to the discerning blogoshpere audience. Then it hit me. I have photographic proof!! No; not family pictures. We share a very strange power. These are three examples of my use of this power within the last month.



5 Comments:
Dude, that fully proves it! :)
All I can say, is "It must skip a generation". I'm always out on the south 40 about a million miles away from the front door. P.s. your word verification said faswazu.
sweet. faswazo is my favorite.
Well, since papa and I share a car and some really rotten parking space history - all I can say is, "That picture is just showing off." Come on, why don't you save those good parking places for the aged & inform - like us?
The force is strong with you, young one.
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