Listen To Your Mother

I'll get to today's lesson in just a second. First a picture of the growing pile of donations that is taking over our living room like kudzu. It just keeps growing and growing.

Once when I was in about 4th grade I thought it would be a good idea to write the object of my desire, Skye Fuller, a love note summing up my feelings. I was sure my poetic verse would win her heart and we would be married, have like 100 babies, an live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, instead of falling madly for me she shared this note with a gaggle of her friends. Having my mushy poems read back to me by her friends was just too much to take. School became a nightmare for a couple of weeks as the ridicule continued. I played sick every morning for a week. Mom didn't fall for it. I tried and tried to convince my parents a that I was ready to drop out. Adding insult to injury, I was finally forced to explain to my mother what was up. I can still her smugly saying, "I've always said, don't put anything in print you wouldn't want to see on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper."

Everything worked out fine and luckily Skye Fuller and I did not end up together with 'like 100' babies. I was lucky enough to find Pam, and she likes my corny love poems. I am however, a little in the doghouse again. I thought Pam was upset when I put this photo on the blog... not her best. But I thought it was kinda funny and as you know, I like harassing my wife. Backfire. Imagine how happy she was when that little gem wound up on the front page of today's paper.

In all seriousness, Thank you Vail Mountaineer and Vail Daily for the nice stories! We're totally famous.

Did anyone see us on TV today? (No, we were not on Ellen)