Me: “Come kindergarten, I am turning into a drill sergeant. I will quiz the kids for hours at the table. Not one assignment will be handed in without passing my inspection. I will call every one of their teachers a month ahead and demand every unit they’re studying…”
Doug: “…And I’ll call every one of them and demand they study my unit.”
So much for instilling the utmost respect around here for higher education.
Kindergarten, 1978. I appear bottom right, displaying the bangs I cut “all by myself.” Standing as far away from me as possible, top left, is the future father of my children. In red, Antonella Calabrese, who would stand up for me as my dutiful bridesmaid. Next to Doug, my arch nemesis, Jerry Beach, plotting his revenge after I dismembered his G.I. Joe. The more things change…well, you fill in the rest.
Last night I was stopped by a police officer on my way down the stairs in my own home. The charge? “Infiltrating the chateau without prior authorization.”
My dear husband, seeing how your Patriots lost, I grant you this one freebee. After that, your mancave becomes Chuck E. Cheese.
The closest Doug’s ever come to getting me chocolates: “I just bit into this nasty coconut thing. Do you want the rest of it?”