In My Family Tree

A couple months back my dad made a discovery through researching our family tree. We’re related to George C. Hull, a real writer. Dad says he’s a first cousin five times removed from his side of the family.

Mr. Hull was born January 28, 1878 and was a newspaper and magazine writer.  He also had fifty titles to his credits. And I believe a couple of his novels made it to the silent screen. How cool is that? Now I know where I get the urge to write from.

You can find all fifty titles HERE if you’re interested.

Have a great day all!

Shelly

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Where Did Glowstick Go?

SPAL: It wasn’t long ago that I’d walk into the spare room and check on Glowstick. There were times I’d make myself comfortable under a spare chair in that room to keep watch over him.

HB: Yeah. Me, too.  I kept watch over him, too.            

SPAL: You did not.

HB: Did, too.

SPAL: Not.

HB: Too.

SPAL: Whatever, stupid.

HB: Pansy!

SPAL: ***He raises his paw*** Talk to the paw, stupid. *** He turns to look at the nice people*** Anyway, I feel robbed right now.

HB: Me, too.

SPAL: The state got involved. Morons! That’s what Mummsy calls them.

HB: Yeah. Morons! I shouldn’t have been nice to that lady. I should’ve bitten her ankles and chased her away.

SPAL: They told her to send the baby back to Manatee County so a case could be opened there.

HB: Even though Mummsy filed for Temporary Custody.

SPAL: Now she can’t follow through with it because the baby’s not in this county. Glowstick is back with his mother, Tinkerbell.

HB: She’s a moron, too.

SPAL: Shhh! Don’t let Mummsy hear you say that. Tinkerbell’s her daughter.

HB: So, she’s still a moron.

SPAL: Anyway, Mummsy’s on pins and needles because its just a matter of time before things blow up again. And Mummsy didn’t want to have to put Glowstick through the system or suffer in anyway. So that’s the latest.

 

 

 

HB: We miss the little poop-stink.

SPAL: Yeah. We do.