One day I couldn't find my mom at Caldor's (a Bradley's/Marshall's/KMart type store) and was convinced that she had left without me, so I walked home. Well, more like, ran home. It had to have been at least 2 miles. I passed by our local corner market and the owner, Eldo, was outside and tried to stop me. But I was TOO FAST for the old man.
Oh boy, I got into a lot of trouble. Our state Congressperson, Barbara Kennelly was helping my mom tear apart Caldor's looking for me. I did not inspire any local laws, however.
AAAAAAHHHHH! I'm in work hell, I leave for a trip at 1 today, I still have to pack and shower. AAAAHHHHH!
Hey there super grad school star!
And leave it to Nora to make me smile like a loon even in panic mode.
"NORA'S LAW" would allow you to spank the hell out of your kid in a Caldor's if she scared you to death?
Hee! Sounds like you had a wonderful trip. I'm so glad.
Hmmm, the only lost moment I can recall was the time I crossed the street by myself to go to the park. My mom freaked but figured out where I might have gone. She beat my butt when she found me happily playing on the monkey bars. That's the only spanking I remember ever getting.
OK, because I found a good compare and contrast picture:
My Dad Before: [link]
Dad a couple weeks ago: [link]
My sister just emailed me this story:
Yesterday Kyle read the news crawl across the bottom of the TV screen and read that a "Librarian Warlord" had been captured and wanted to know what a "Librarian Warlord" was. (It was Liberian...) But we thought that might be a good job for you, now that one has been captured, there should be a position open. Seen any of those advertised?
HaHaHa!
