Being Romantical

Hey Mina. Today while we were at church Mom and Dad got on the being Romantic subject—or as my Dad says, “Being Romantical.”—and it was the funniest subject in the world so I had to write it all out. Ok how did it start...Oh yes! One of the girls in our church was proposed to, and her mom was telling us all about how it happened. And I mentioned how he was a romantic. And Mom said something along the lines of,

“Yeah they always start out that way. Then after you’re married and the honey moon’s over things go down hill.” Of course this earned a ‘Huh?’ look from my dad. And Mom said

“Yeah I’m talking about you.” Well now Dad starts going down the list of ways that he’s romantic.

“I give you massages, and foot rubs and I wait on you. ” To which Mom replies,

“That’s not romance. Romance is when you cook a nice dinner, that I don’t have to fool with, and have the table nice and lit with candles.” he said giving massages and such was romantic, and then Mom replied that it was showing love but it wasn’t Romantic. So Dad gets so riled he finds Brother Packy—the preacher—and he asks him if giving your wife massages and waiting on her is romantic, and of course Brother Packy says, yes.

Well, Dad comes back and says that the Pastor said that he was Romantical. To which, Mom and I reply,

“Yes but he’s a man. He doesn’t know a lot about Romance in the first place.” So Dad calls over Sister Lorita—a wife to one of the deacons in our church—and asks her the whole thing all over again. And she says

“No that’s not romance. Romance is when you cook a nice special dinner and have a table lit with candles.” At this Mom and I are rolling with laughter. Well, Sister Nora comes over and Dad asks her the same question, and she answers much like Sis. Lorita. Well, Mom and Dad are talking again about it, and Sis. Nora’s sitting behind us. When a break comes up in the conversation she casually says,

“I’m so glad the Lord took mine away.” We laughed even harder at that. Dad remembered a time when Mom was playing an angel in one of our plays and he told one of the guys off shore

“My Wife’s an angel.” And the guy replied,

“You’re lucky...Mine’s still alive.”

Now Mom’s asleep in her room and Dad’s heading off to go sing at the old folks home. He does that ever Sunday, except the first of the month. I still think he’s having trouble in the Romantical department but you can’t tell him that. I suppose it’s like trying to teach an old dog a new trick.

Also my Twin-san might be on today, considering she’s back from AWA. I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean I knew it was in September and we are in the last couple of days, so I should’ve known. I remember one time thinking to myself ‘...hm...Maybe she’s at that convention...’ But I was so busy doing other things—Trying to figure out this self made diary *weep weep*—that I never checked. Ah well, no sleep lost...at least not too much.

I guess that’s all for now Mina. Nothing else is really going on and I wanted to type that up before I forgot it. So I guess I’ll write later. That’s all she wrote.

MM