For generations, the Tennessee blogosphere has been ordered by the understanding that there’s an Uncle on the Right and an Aunt (me) on the Left.
But my nephew has been calling me “Uncle Betsy” since he got here. And I kind of like it.
This morning, we were discussing what would happen if, when he grew up, he had the same voice as the Butcher. I told him that this would great, because, he could call and tell the Butcher’s friends to bring “The Butcher” cookies, to my nephew’s house, and no one would be the wiser.
But the drawback would be that the Butcher could order the nephew a bunch of really yucky pizzas. So, you can see how it would be both hilariously awesome and kind of sucky.
And now he’s tickling my “muscle fat” which is cracking me up.