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Weirdest moment ever? Discovering your grandfather listens to some of the same music you do and similarly likes it, granted it's old school jazz. All the same, I knew my family was entirely abnormal. (Pre-emptively? Shut up, Cadwallader.) Hanging out at his house these past couple of days has been pretty awesome in a nostalgic kind of way. I would move back in, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't as highly tempting as it would be.
He made me PANCAKES for breakfast before work. PANCAKES.
Is there an occasion when you can go back on your word?