I arrived from a 1600 mile trip at 11 PM last night.There to greet me were 500 white plastic forks. I have to be honest I wasn't overjoyed. I was tired and the thought of picking up 500 forks just made me depressed.  Elaine, my wife, said, "If this is a fund raiser their not getting any of my money".  It was at this point sleep made the most sense.  So we went to bed and I was amazed at the difference a good night's sleep made.

It was a really beautiful day and I decided to catch up on my yard work.  My first job was to defork the yard.  (This is not a real word I just made it up.)   While I was picking up the forks Elaine decided to join in the fun and we soon filled a large white trash bad with white forks.  Our neighbor came out, "my son tried to get those teens to stop forking your yard, but they wouldn't listen to him".  Teens, ha! I knew it!  Then it hit me as the pain in my back struck again, this was their strange way of welcoming me home.  I had been missed by our teens.

You know, it is nice to be missed.

My wife tried to put a positive spin on it also.  "I guess this is good for the lawn . . ." as she picked up fork number 478, " kind of a red neck aeration of the grass?"

When you go on vacation this year I hope our teens miss you as much as they missed me.