My Grandpa, John T. Butler, with a opossum he is about to eat for supper.
My Grandma, Havana, with an opossum.
I don't know if it is the same one but I suppose it is.
He must have been something for both Grandparents to be photographed holding him.
Here is their grandson, me, this past weekend.
It was Sunday afternoon and I was still in my preacher clothes.
For some reason I linked these sets of pictures together in my mind.
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These are all great! I love the animation you've added to them.
Thanks Bubba.
Man, you've been busy. Nice rifle blast animation. You look like a gangster from the 40s or something with the shotgun and the suit.
I know I wouldn't mess with ya.
Oh my goodness! I LOVE the possum annimations! Even the way grandpa Butler raising his eyebrows! Uncle Ike will be SO proud of you. I wish I had the animation he did a few years ago of the snowman choking him. The snowman talked too.
NOW -- the photo with you and the gun is a different feeling in my heart. Especially with that look on your face. I admit I AM A SINNER!!! I DO NEED A SAVIOR! I BELIEVE, PREACHER MAN! I BELIEVE!
Where's the love here Pastor Brian? Don't do that mean stuff anymnore. That is not my little boy. (However, I know Dad, Brett and Chad think you are totally COOL!) Arghhh! BOYS and your toys!
I love you....anyway.
MOM
Mom= The Sun was in my eyes and I was squinting, not a mean face.
The guys at work say I have a kind face, the stupid kind.
Oh, my goodness! I love it. :)
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