The Bs (1/1/2010)

During their Christmas 09 visit, the Bs told me that I write too many emails about their Mom.

Those emails are therapeutic for me, I said. If not for the emails, I’d need to take stronger medication.

In unison -- “Oh Dad”, accompanied by two pairs of laser eyes.

Geez.

From their youth, I’d get rebukes from Brittany and Bridget. No problem, I found it cute and encouraged development of their strong identity and mental will.

Now, I think they are morphing into She Devils. Dear God, do I answer to 3 Devil Women?

My solution is to get outta dodge. I’m doing Google searches seeking info on how to join the French Foreign Legion.

Hope to have Internet access in my tent while assigned deep inside of some barren region.