Whenever I drink Pepsi I think of my Grandpa Harwell and that makes me happy. He is a grumpy old guy that I like a lot. I don't get to see him much but when I do he still lets me have a swallow of his Pepsi. He has a 100 grandkids and 200 great grandkids and he does as crapy a job now as he did then remembering all their names, or even pretending to care. But that's okay, I know I am his favorite. Sorry you haven't met him yet Stella but I promise to give you a swig of my soda next time I crack one open.
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Super cute. These are the extra special pics I got on my CD...
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