Ok, that’s not true, we got a Wii Fit and that’s pretty much my reality now. I’ll see you in March.
When I was home to visit the ole Mom’s last month, she mentioned that she and her brother were talking about their kids. Mom and Uncle Bill both agreed that me and Roger (Bill’s son) were the weird ones in the family.
2 days later, out of the blue, it hit me and I said “HEY! What do you mean the ‘weird ones’?”
Mom said that I march to the beat of my own drummer. Which I think is an odd statement. Doesn’t everybody march to the beat of their own drum? Is there some sort of universal drumming that I can’t hear that everybody else can? I’ve already written about how I am the black/different sheep in my herd, so that information doesn’t surprise me. I am just having a hard time figuring out how the rest of you normals find the regular beat.
OH and read my FaN column this week. It’s all about love and cupid and the marketing hype that is Valentimes Day.
Pah rum pah rum pum