Queen innuendo and shrimp and grilled cheese for breakfast
Sitting here with our grandson he loves shrimp peeled minus cocktail sauce. Although he wants to dip his shrimp as he saw me I had to say no, The golden retriever is hanging with us as well as he also is a big fan of shrimp. I woke up this morning around 0400 and I could see our grandson leaning sleeping on my wife she had a arm around him he was standing up torso his little legs and diaper bum leaning over my wife’s side and a golden retriever muzzle touching him I smiled.
I went up to check on him awhile ago and he was awake. I said mister you ready to get this day started and he reaches for me I took that as a yes. So I cleaned him up and slapped on a fresh diaper, and made his two favorites grilled cheese and shrimp.
So we were listening to innuendo and I’m rambling telling our fourteen month old grandson. This is a album of tragedy I can hear and feel Freddie Mercury’s fear and desperation. Oh it’s much to early for this child, so I started telling him about how fortunate I was that a friend of mine. That I played guitar with he was from Giessen west Germany a civilian, and I was in a infantry battalion stationed at the rock. And my friend had tickets to see queen in Munich in 1986. And my friend a good friend actually him and his wife invited me and that is how grandfather became a queen fan, This child is a great listener.
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Grilled cheese, shrimp, and Queen! Can't go wrong.
I've had "Don't Stop Me Now" on my brain for days now. Freddie was a freakin' genius!
My incredibly beautiful, adorable, huggable, smiling grandson recently moved 3,000 miles away after spending his first 14 months on Earth (with his parents, of course) living with us on the East coast. House is sadly quiet, dinners no longer playful and messy. We (me and wifey) see and talk to him face to face -- thank you, iPhone technology! -- but it's not the same. 
Kids (son, dil, and grandson "Raz"
are doing well and are happy, which is the important thing. But the little one's smile and his look of concentration when he scrutinizes a new toy or tries to figure out a word, and all of the et ceteras . . . .
