Tonight at dinner, my dad started singing a song to the tune of “Was a farmer, had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o”. Tortellini almost came out of my nose. That, apparently, was his objective. You sicko.
In other news, my dad has informed me that I’ve been generating controversy on this blog for a bit over a year now. I can look at this two ways:
It’s been a year already??
It’s only been a year?
There have been some darn good times here. I have come to think of the MOB as kind of my extended family, complete with older brothers* (like Kevi-Wevi, Andy and Benny-Wenny), the ‘Volunteer Maternal Protector’ (Cathy in the Wright) who helps me keep them in line, and the weird uncle (Strommy).
I always have fun at MOB events. Would it be really sad if I said they were the highlight of my social season? It would? Ok, never mind…
And to all of my faithful public, where would I be without you? I’ve written about some interesting things that have happened to me this past year, and I’ve posted dumb things that I made up on the spot, and you guys stuck around through it all! How do you do it? Seriously?
*Sniff*…Hold on, I’ve got something in my eye…*sniff*
*That occasionally drive me crazy, like big brothers have a tendency to do…I’m told.