Last day of November...

Horray!
Not that I don't love to blog, but it's tedious to do it everyday.

I promised to tell you my first memory of my Grampa.
We were driving from either Peachland to Edson or vise versa, and I remember it was a long trip, and I refused to pee anywhere.
When we got to home, I jumped out of the car, grabbed my crotch and told my Grampa: "Bring the pot Poppa, bring the pot!"
I must have been about 2 or so since I was still using a potty (my mom confirms I was about 2ish), but I remember running for the door yelling for the pot.

Ahhh fun times.