One rainy morning I was awakened from my slumber to the sound of someone calling my name. It was Greg. He wanted me to come downstairs and see something. So down I went. Who knew what would be in store for me? My sweet beloved drove his big 15 passenger van into the house. I mean, the brick wall between the garage doors. Oh, he is so silly. I hope this is not an indication of our future are "senior" drivers. Love him!!
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