


I was on my way home from work when I caught Noah and his fiancee' Sadie Alvi canoodling in front of the theater. Is it just me or is he getting gray?? He's got more gray than Dad does. Or is it maybe that Dad does a better job of hiding his. Who knows.


"So, Vanna, how's school coming along?" she asked me.
"Pretty good I guess. They want me to read this book called Demand Excellence or Accept Mediocrity or something like that."
"You know I want you to get your grades up. You might think I'm being mean and all, but I'm doing this because I care. I love you and want the best for you."
I rolled my eyes. Why do moms come up with the same mumble jumble all the time?

"Vanna, I'm pregnant."
I dropped my pencil and looked up at her in disbelief. "Mom -- are you serious? At your age?"
"Yeah, went to the clinic today."
Well, I'll be. Mom has 3 other grown children, plus me. I'll give her this, that she looks good for having had 4 kids.

Looks like the old man's still got it after all.
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