Sometimes I cannot convince even myself that I am related to my father (or that is who they tell me he is at least. I sometimes cannot fathom how someone can have four daughters, two wives and three sister and STILL NOT GET IT.

When I say "get it" I am not referring to "getting it on" that is another story entirely, and I will not even begin to describe some of the ribald jokes that occur at our dinner table with a increasing frequency. But, I digress.

So, I very kindly asked my father, well, it was closer to begging and pleading, to prehaps shorten the visit of the suitor who happens to be almost twice my age. He began coming up with lines he would say to him, but they all fell closely to the theme of "SARAH IS SCARED OF YOU" which is not the message I wanted to convey and I could do that quite nicely on my own.

All of the females present at the breakfast table were trying to help him understand how to nicely, nicely talk to this guy. I think all girls were either very mean to him or jumped at... Anyway. He was scarred for life.