Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22595 – 908
Here’s the haps:
It was Mrs. Herb’s Birthday today. We didn’t have a party but one of her longtime friends came over and they did some crafts together. Her friend used materials that have been stashed around here, including some of the things we brought down yesterday, and made this:
The daughters and their kids were together and so elder Baby, 5-month-old Violet, met 1-month-old Pike. I think I announced Pike but sometimes life goes at a frenzied pace and I may not have. I will forever be indebted to Colin McQueen for teaching me the phrase (I believe he mentioned it in a Covid post but I’m not sure anymore.), “Don’t tell him, Pike!”
“What’s the matter, why are you crying?” Says someone.
“Don’t tell him Pike!” Says Grandpapa.
I will use and abuse the phrase for sure. I understand it comes from a BBC show called Dad’s Army:
I tried to do my part by bringing a pound and a half of chocolate and some flowers:
We didn’t have a party but Son-In_law who lives here bought Grandmama a cake. She had a helper named Alex to blow out the candles. There were a few different pictures but this one where his eyes are crossed because he focused so hard cracked me up.
I will be going around the blogiverse tomorrow sometime and catching up with all of you fine folks.
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