I am not at liberty give details regarding Mr. Rove’s need to play at the beach, if only to protect my family.

(insert cute winky emoticons here)

FYI, the Poster gave up using her first name years ago. Unfortunately, we thought we had chosen an under-used, old-fashioned name only to find it was most popular girl’s name for the several years.

Re the breakfast with the Champ — My husband, the Poster’s dad, was having a meeting in an airport back when Poster was only Pos (she was very small at the time). It was a case of him changing planes in the same terminal as the other person in the meeting. They met in the “upscale” restaurant in the Detroit Airport — one with a host to seat people. They had just finished up the meeting and were about to order their food when they noticed that host was asking small parties that were seated at larger tables (for 4) if they’d be willing to share their table since the restaurant was now so crowded. People kept saying no. So Forest Gump and his collaborator said, “sure!” That’s when Muhammad-Ali and his assistant came in and sat down with them. Muhammad-Ali was already quite incapacitated by the Parkinson’s and very slowly ate raisins and Cheerios out of his own bag while his assistant got a restaurant breakfast. Apparently, raisins and Cheerios taste really good when offered with a really, really big hand. At least that’s what my husband says.

As usual, I was at home washing his socks, my husband’s not Muhammad-Ali’s.

I’d probably cause trouble if I wrote the other brushes with greatness, Poster’s dad has had.

Thanks for reading.

But Poster? Poor Poster’s destiny is that of a wallflower.

You sound just like my PERFECT (yet cute and provacative…not that theres anything wrong with that) Mommy!!!!!

No need to be “invited” by a young person…I love your style!!!!