6/10/06--The great one returns with a "bit o' the family news"

Yes, I know...it seems as though a month of Sunday's has passed since my last entry.
Hey, sue me.  Its not like I'm getting paid for this crap.

Now then....some huge news on the home front!  It seems our very own Kellie P-B has acquired....her very own boyfriend!  The young lad's name is Greg, but I call him Gary or Gomer...ya know, pretending to not remember his name.  The interesting thing about him is that he is YOUNGER than Kellie.  By a full grade!  And don't think for a minute that I haven't been giving Kellie grief about that!  What a cradle robber!  Kellie seems very excited about the whole thing....and has confessed that (brace yourself folks) they have exchanged their first kiss!  Ah yes, young love.  I can remember my first kiss also.
6th grade.  Miss Francis' class.  Her name was Kim Dwyer.  As I recall, she.....whoops, I forgot we were talking about Kellie here (but I assure you that my story would've been FAR more interesting).  Greg is a local boy--meaning that he does not go to Kellie's school, which is not necessarily a bad thing....because at least we don't have to drive her halfway around the county to see her boyfriend.  Recent reports from Kellie seem to indicate that he has already drawn his conclusions about Kim & I.
Kim?  "The cool parent".
Me?  "He's afraid of you."

That's good.  I like that.  I told Kellie that I know a lot of places to bury bodies--and don't let Greg ever forget that.

Were any of us really ever young enough to live through the joy and pain of our first summer romance?  Geez, sometimes I feel so old.

Well, the old report cards came out recently, and I'm happy to announce that Andy did really, really well on his grades.  We treated him to an evening at a local arcade, complete with video games & miniature golf.  Andy is truly a sight to behold on the goony golf course.  You would think he's playing for money or something.  He will fight over every shot, every placement of the ball---its truly amazing.  At least once every game we have to remind him that its a game and he needs to relax.  Seriously, I worry the kid is going to stroke out or something over a stupid game of golf.


Later,
Jeff