And I'm not talking about Jesus. Today is the birthday of Elvis! When ever I think about Elvis I remember my great grandma Gladys. She LOVED Elvis...along with Lawrence Welk.
She had this Elvis poster rolled up behind her piano and every now and then she would kiss it. And I don't mean a little peck on the cheek and the party's over. She would get out her lipstick, doll herself up, and give the King a big smack! For some reason I never thought this was strange but looking back on it, I can see where my family gets some of its weirdness.
So thanks to Elvis' mom for giving birth to him on this day in 1912. Her name happened to be Gladys.
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