Good Friends

Last night I went to have supper with friends at their home. As always it was loads of fun. The food is always great, and they let me ramble on and never judge me for all the silly things I say. I have known these friends so long I can hardly remember life before them. I think that's nice! Anyway, thanks y'all for a nice evening!

Now, about nephew #3. His name is Little Joe(actually it's not, but that's his name here). Little Joe is quite the cowboy. He's 4 1/2 goin on 20. I'm fairly certain that this kid will be a heartbreaker and in all kinds of trouble throughout his life. I'm hoping he decides he only wants girls as friends til he's 30, but that's highly unlikely! Since he's the son of sis#4, who is one of the most tomboyish girls one could ever meet, he's inclined to want to fight at the drop of the hat. He also has a very tender heart. Last summer my dad's old mule he used when he was clowning died at the age of 33. Her name was Clementine and she was a very special to all of us. A few weeks after she died Little Joe and I were singing "My Darling Clementine." He started crying saying that he missed Clementine. Well, after we both stopped balling, we quit singing that right off and went a whole different direction!! I hope he stays so sweet!!