Gloria is still waiting for me to grow up.

 

Greg, my wife gave up on that...

 

Refinishing granite and marble. Counter tops, floors, walls, you name it.

 

That they turn out? Oh heavens no. Cheryl thinks he's a walking, talking ready reference because he's so educated and brilliant. We were talking about her hip replacement and she asks him to tell her about the process because, you know, he mentioned he might like to be a doctor some day. Then she asks him about the metallurgical aspects of Titanium.

No wonder the kid thinks he's God's gift to the planet.

 

That's right - I recall that now. A worthy trade. It's refreshing that there are people that can actually create left in the world.

 

I don't care if he becomes a pelican or a penguin as long as he ...well, you know what comes next.

 

Consider yourselves fortunate. Cheryl delights in telling me how old I am all the time.

 

Sounds like a no-win situation, Bob.

 

I still have a hard time convincing myself how old I am. Until the next morning......."Oh boy, I shouldn't have done that."

 

Oh I'll win in the end. I have patience and guile. Or flatulence and bile...….I can never remember.