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Memo to the In-Laws

I learned in the past two days, my in-laws are frequent readers. For those of you who may not know, they live in Colorado (where in my opinion, people settled because they were too chicken to cross the Rockies...It is a nice place though).

This knowledge scares me a little bit. Here is why:
  1. Do I need to be on my best behavior now? (I can hear Ed saying, "boy if that was his best behavior before...")
  2. No more low-brow humor, which means pretty much no more humor...
  3. I know you thought your daughter married a sane, nice, calm guy. This blog is probably giving you a bit of a different picture, sorry about that. If it any consolation, Mel usually just shakes her head at me. Maybe Tim could be the sane son-in-law... (there is another joke here concerning Tims sanity, but I'll skip it...)
Actually, I am over it. Read all you like but remember: your daughter picked me, so there must be something wrong with her too... So there.

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