Thank you. It was a real treat talking to her. A real treat. You guys are great!

ChrisSS, it’s funny you say that. I read it and you know, always in the past when someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always remember that I wanted to be a therapist or a computer programmer. That’s it. But then I read that, and I remembered wanting to be a teacher before I wanted to do anything. I had to have been eight-years-old. And when I remembered that, I remembered this one teacher that looked like my mother. She treated me like I was her daughter, and I wasn’t even in her class! She’d stare at me as I walked down the hall, but always with some kind of real affection. She must have wanted a daughter really bad, and I must have looked like her a bit. But the strangest thing about my memory of it, is that I knew I would never be a “teacher”, like that. I knew I’d never sit in a classroom and talk at people. So I forgot. Thanks for bringing back a cool memory. 🙂

Now the big question… When are you going to put South on the couch???