Half Eaten Toast...

Today at breakfast I got up to refill the milks...

And when I came back my half eaten toast had been sampled.

How do I know this?

The evidence:

See that little round bite at the bottom?

I'm not naming any names but...

I have my suspicions.

She may look innocent but people will surprise you.

They have me anyway.

Like my Dad...

We may live in Alabama but he isn't a 'good ole boy'. He doesn't hunt - ever.

So, I was pretty surprised when I saw him post a picture on Facebook of the...

Wait for it...

Squirrel Dumplings...

...that he and his cousins had made from the squirrels they had shot in Texas on some sort of bush hogging expedition.

My first thought: Gross.

My second thought: Poor Squirrels.

My third thought: MY Dad shot something?

Dad hasn't been the only one to surprise me.

My Grandfather started a Wilson Lumber back in 1949.

I grew up in a house behind the lumber company.

I was underfoot there all the time.

"Hi! I'm underfoot!"

There was this one particular salesman that had worked for the lumber company for 25 years and he was known for one thing: being grumpy.

He was kinda...well, mean.

I mean cranky with a capital C.

Cantankerous even!

Twenty five years and I'm not sure I ever saw the man smile.

Seriously!

The whole 'me being underfoot' thing probably wasn't super endearing to him.

Here is the deal though:

When my Granddad died...

At the visitation...This guy cried.

And I don't mean dust in his eyes cried.

I mean tears streaming down his face cried.

I just couldn't believe it.

See, people surprise you.

So...little bites out of my toast, squirrel dumplings, and grown men crying...

Now you know what they all have in common.