A note from the doctor: Both girls passed their last exam: No ear infections.
A note from N: we were freshmen in 1986, when the Challenger shuttle exploded. Thanks, N. I don’t really need to be adding years at this point.
A note to my dad: I know. Thanks, though. Love you.
A note from Friday night dinner: As DearDR was putting hot sauce on his Primanti’s pastrami sandwich, Monkey asked, “What’s that, Daddy?”
“It’s hot sauce,” he said.
To which she promptly (and queerly aptly, IMO) replied, “What’s butt sauce?”