MARS/VENUS.

A week or two ago, my dad e-mailed me to say that he had just gotten a strange phone call from an old high school friend he hadn't spoken with in 35 years. He didn't go into detail; just mentioned that she had a son living in Montreal and did I know him. (I did not, although I am a great believer in the small world.) A few days ago I remembered that I never asked what prompted this woman to call him after 35 years and so I asked. My parents share an e-mail address, a bed, their convection ovens, and the odd recipe (as well as a lovely home.)














Sharing is good stuff, right?

So, I read this e-mail from my dad today first, sent yesterday at 7:56:41 PM.

"As to why my friend Betsy called you will think this is rather funny. My very first girlfriend, Charlie (Cheryl) and Betsy and Jane Shaw all from Port Arthur originally were visiting In White Rock where Betsy lives, sitting on her deck drinking wine looking out over the ocean and said that they all should have married me. Is this a compliment I am not sure. I am sure they said it and then started to laugh uproariously and then they decided to phone me and I have quite a good chat with them and it was kind of fun at least to be remembered in a relatively positive way, no?"

Then I read this e-mail from my mom, sent yesterday at 9:48:31 PM.

"Dad will not likely admit it, but when his old friend called she had 2 other old school friends visiting for the weekend and they had agreed that John was the one they wished they had married, so they called to tell him so!! He is too modest to tell you this."

This is clearly HILARIOUS.

This is my dad in his modest days of youth, before he realized he was such a catch.












And this is my mom around the time she started thinking my dad was such a catch.





















Ain't she cute?!

Her e-burst of pride closed with this...

"I am fully aware of how lucky I have been to find such a guy!!"

Gee whiz, old peeps are the cutest.

(Relax, I know they're not that old.)

Have a nice day...