Showing posts from June, 2010


Yup, look out young ladies, there's a new young man with an eye for blondes. I was flopped on the couch last week wearing not much when the doorbell rang. I yanked on pants and ran to the door. It was the little boy next door. Wilmer: Hi Ivy. I brought you a card I made. Me: Oh. Thanks Wilmer. (heading down the driveway to the gate where he stood) Wilmer: Here (thrusting it at me) Me: This is cool. It's not my birthday though. Wilmer: That's the only card we had. Me: Yes. Very nice. Have a great night. A few nights ago I was sprawled on the couch writing when the doorbell rang. Then it rang 3 more times in quick succession. I raced to the door to sign for a package or let in the electrician or something... and it was Wilmer. Another birthday card was in his hand. Me: Wilmer. You scared me. You don't have to ring the doorbell more than once. Wilmer: OK. I won't. I have a card for you. Me:  Oh boy. Thanks Wilmer (I said as I approached him) Wilmer