See this blood letting of my Dad to check his hemoglobin well I could get used to it. Each time he goes I get to ride along with him in the car.
He says it’s his way of taking me out.
Mom drives and I sit shot gun between them.
We leave the monster at home.
She looks like she ready to be barbecued.
She either snores with the bro or lies spread Eagle eating her Nyla.
Good red meat.
Just what my Mom has been pumping into Dad.
Wonder would she notice if we roasted her.
Blessing#1201– Iron Man!