Guess who's coming to dinner!
Dear Mom and Dad1, I didn't know quite how to break this to you, so I'm sending this picture instead. I've met someone new. You'd like her; she's ambitious (a nurse, as you can plainly see), and she wants a huge family, at least twelve kids. This shouldn't be as difficult as it sounds, though, since she already has eight! I can't tell you how excited I am by all this. I've always wanted tall children, and my gal will surely provide. You see, she has crouched down about six inches so that we could take this photo cheek-to-cheek. Isn't that awfully sweet of her? Jacob is thrilled as can be at the thought of so many new brothers and sisters to play with. Karen is taking it as well as can be expected. It's not as bad for her as you think, since we will all be moving to Utah and converting to Mormonism to take advantage of the bigamy thing. We're counting on your blessing! Love2, Doug 1. I don't want you to get the impression that my parents are racist. They're not. They are, however, 80 years old (my dad) and approaching 80 (my mom) and their ability to roll with the punches ain't what it used to be. 2. As for the cruelty factor here, (1) they don't read my blog, and (2) let's just say I dish it to 'em every chance I get.