It is nice she still thinks about me. At least when she see's something "funny". She sent me this in a e-mail...
Subject: Fw: My father's an exotic dancer
Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children
what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up --
fireman, policeman, salesman, etc... David was being uncharacteristically
quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.
"My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes
in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out
to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other
children to work on some coloring, and took Little David aside to ask him,
"Is that really true about your father?"
"No," said David, "He plays for the Arizona Cardinals, but I was too
embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."