So this morning I got this email from the lawyer who taught my last class at St. Mary's:
Paul;
My wife and I took our granddaughter to dinner last evening. I asked her if she did anything fun at school this week. She excitedly explained that she learned a new song from Mr. Weller. She then began singing something about drinking water from a gourd. The patrons of Red Lobster seated at the surrounding tables would probably agree that Madisun is not the next American Idol, but my wife and I were pleased to see her excited about school.
I am assuming that you are the revered Mr.Weller?
Wow, so now I'm the "Revered Mr. Weller"? Now you all must call me that whenever you address me. All my minions shall unite under me as I am most revered.
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Revered? Hardly. :o)
Oh great Mr. Weller, ye who bestows Gourd Songs upon those who cower before you, grant me your benevolent favor.
*cowers*
I am but a humble peon, who asks no more than to feel the warmth of your awesome light.
And that you make me dinner on Friday.
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