Yesterday, my dad and some of his coworkers were teasing a newlywed with stories of my brothers *ahem* questionable exploits.
"Stop!" she said to my dad, "You always tell me about the weird things your sons do. Tell me about your daughter." (I would like to interject at this time that the reason my dad never brings horror stories to work about my exploits is because I am a perfect little angel who adores everyone she meets. I'm modest about it, too.)
So my dad directed her to my blog.
This is to you, Newlywed-whom-my-dad-horrified: we're not ALL like that. Some of us young kids, impressionable teenagers, and screwy post-adolecents are loveable and cute.
At least, that's the impression we like to cultivate.