All In All, It's All the Same

No, really. He hears Tom just fine. Grandpa makes jokes with Daria. He ignores Mom when she argues with him but he overhears plenty. Anyway, he can't hear me, and when I call he becomes agitated about not understanding who's on the phone. That is a great feeling I have to say I enjoy like dental surgery. So the other day, I mailed out a bunch of postcards someone more sonorous will read out loud. So far, they all say the same thing:
Dear Grandpa,
I love you!
Love,
Domy
Hopefully this amuses him. Another pile will go out next week, corresponding with my need to clean up my cubicle, where I possess an impressive collection of postcards from places I've never been, like Mr. DBK's current locale, though I'm not very possessive. Thank you, Minneapolis. Say hi to my grandpa!
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