What, a Motorcycle???

Hello again everyone.

I have very few rules for my girls relating to men:  No earrings.  No Tatoos.  No motorcycles.

Up to now, I think all four of them have observed the rules.  But the other day, after having obtained Hollywood’s consent to marry him, Danny went out and purchased a motorcycle.  Can you believe it?  I’m in a state of shock.

Prior to becoming engaged to my baby, Danny talked about getting a pickup truck.  A Ford F-150 pickup at that.  He seemed so down to earth.  So grounded in good sense.  So, well, intelligent.  (And according to Hollywood, darn good looking.)

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Cooler than a Motorcycle.

Then it happened.  He lost his mind.

Now he is the proud owner of a very large motorcycle.  One big enough for both he and Hollywood to ride together.  One that has the potential to …

Anyway.  I guess he can use it as a trade-in on that pickup truck he was thinking about when he gets his mind back.  In the meantime, I will say a daily prayer for his (and Hollywood’s) safety.

In the name of the father ….

Thanks for reading and stay tuned.

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