The Pistol arrived and the kid was very excited. She was in shock actually, she couldn't say a word but you could read it on her face that she just couldn't believe that her Papa had finally arrived. At the airport she proudly put on her new baseball hat, which last night she had to sleep with, grabbed her Papa's hand and walked with him to the car. She held his hand the whole way. When we got home she ran around the house saying "Papa look at this, look at this...." She showed Papa all of her stuff and amazingly went to bed with only minor complaints.
Today all of us are going to The Kid's music class. Then after that there are really no plans but I'm pretty sure The Kid will tell her Papa exactly what she wants and he'll be more than happy to comply.
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I can't tell you how much I love it that "The Kid is up!" is now emblazoned atop your blog like the joyous, unforgettable slogan it long ago became.
We miss you. Hoagy is much more a part of The Girls' Weekend™ festivities than he is any part of a male counterforce. I'm one lone ranger, my friend.
We find out yay or nay on the proposed Club Gib West at 5 p.m. today. Are we turncoats for crossing the river? Does leaving St. Paul mean losing B-side status? Will Pig's Eye ever forgive us?
Sleepless in St. Paul,
biG
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