Young Folk Are Getting Frisky

I can see you young folk are getting frisky.

Must be time for this tired old grampaw* to leave the room.

(Never mind what I do after that.)

*One due in August, to my UNMARRIED son and his "friend." (God help us.)

Got a daughter and another son still unhitched. In their 30s. Mates sought, intent: life-time commitment to family. Applicants must be generally conservative but able to put up with some slight tendency toward madness anyway. They are my kids, after all.

The "good" kind of crazy. Fun. Creative. Okay, well, not bunny-boilers, at least.

Goooooood night, Gracies.