[and on the inside — as always, names are changed, and SIC]
*DAVE*
Please come to the dance because we are all eager to meet you and Mrs. S******* will be lonley because she will have no one to dance with except me and Kaitlin.
Please, Please, Please come to the dance, because Mrs. S******* said you have never been to a dance and we want our dance to be your first. If you dont we will be very dissapointed!
(heart) Alicia & Kaitlin
Seriously. My kids rock. Of course, my shy, but loving and thoughtful, husband is freaking out, because he would rather NOT chaperone a dance for middle schoolers, but he doesn’t want to let them down because they took the time to write him a personal NOTE and fold it all football style and made me PROMISE to give it to him without reading it first.
I think we might arrange a compromise of "he drops me off and picks me up and comes inside for the last 15 minutes or so of the shindig" and my kids "get to meet Mrs. S’ husband."
On a similar note, it was 4 years ago today that I met my husband in the brass monkey aisle of Marden’s.
Life is good.
I hate to use this word, but man is that note cute! I hope that the dance goes well and that your students get all giggle when they meet the Mr. 🙂
OH MY GOD, gretch, that is too funny. I hope he goes. . .
IT WAS 4 YEARS ago. . .
My my my, I feel old.
Life IS good. . .
Hows the humping?
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