A little story I saw on FB; thought I'd share:
A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.
"Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, John.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on my desk.
I love you!
Call when it is safe for me to come home.
Isn't that hilare?!
I received progress reports for my two school-going kiddos. Isabel has all A's and B's (you go girl!) and Alex is As, Bs, and 1 C (woot, woot!). They've both been working hard and I am very proud!
In other news, it's been kinda cool around here again, but just starting to warm up. You know me and cold weather - we don't mix. I like it hot.
But not this hot (no, seriously - you have to check out Young House Love's blog post about making sure you have a plan in case this happens in the middle of the night - great post. I am sorry it had to happen though).
Tonight, we are heading into town (we say that because of the drive, but I promise we aren't out in the middle of nowhere)... and we are going to pay a visit to my 'rents, the sports store (Alex needs baseball stuff - goodbye paycheck), and visit some much missed landmarks (hello, Honey Bear's BBQ - maybe).
Oh, and I think I am going to finally succumb to the scissors. I need a hair cut bad.
After that, the weekend is all mine - to do whatever I want. Chores, projects, TV watching, or just in case evacuation plan creating.
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Happy Friday!!
I have seen that 'letter' before, very funny and true. There are worse things. Glad your kiddo's don't have to make fake goodbye letters.
ReplyDeleteA house fire scares the bejesus out of me. We talk about plans just in case...and we have a safe deposit box, but so much stuff can be GONE.
Oy, now I will dream of fires tonight.
Have a great weekend with your peeps!