I have been ‘Grand’ for decades, but I just found out that I’ll soon be getting a promotion to ‘Great.’
After getting everyone’s forehead blasted with a phaser infrared thermometer, we had the daughter, and her son and wife over for a long overdue, COVID-prevented family meal and visit.
The grandson and his wife provided the dessert – warm, soft, deep-dish brownies, with either French Vanilla ice cream, or coconut-flavored whipped cream. Before they brought that out, they served up something much sweeter. They had news that they’d held for almost four months, until they were sure, and had the chance to reveal it to the two older generations, all at the same time. They are pregnant (Well, she is.) with their first.
The Grandson married a bonnie lass with a good Scottish heritage. She doesn’t so much have a bun in the oven, as a solid serving of haggis. Here is an image of their wee bairn, a Scotch egg, building up power to burst forth and amaze the world, as the first in the next generation of the NSFW Clan.
The kilt is still a bit long. It will be a few more months before we know whether we will get a bagpiper or a Scottish dancer. You just know that I will keep you informed.