Today is my Grandpa Miller's 93rd birthday. Holy crap who lives to be this old anymore? Rather, who lives to be this old and still rides horses, goes for mile long walks, builds rock walls for Aunt Cynthia, and arm wrestles granddaughters? Clyde Miller, that's who. He's crazy. But I love him. Last weekend I saw him while on a trip to San Diego. We had dinner at Rubios Fish Tacos and after dinner he said out of nowhere, "Let's arm wrestle." The shock of this request nearly gave me a heart attack and I am only 30 years old. I was laughing so hard, I lost all my strength. Not like I had a chance anyway because this old man is freaking strong. He took me down without a fight. Hilarious. Grandpa, I hope in 63 years I can kick my granddaughter's ass. Bday wishes to you today!
2 comments:
i love his cowboy shirt!
clyde. you should name your first son that!!!!!!!!!!! he is a stud, woman...just a stud.
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