forty days. forty stories.
by Ray Legenza
Julie has had a very profound impact on my family. Fortunately, the counselors believe the psychic scars can be suppressed.
Mitchell, my eldest son, has endured being tattooed, boiled, boxed up and left dangling off of a cliff by Joolee.
Drew, almost 6, has been frozen in a fridge, locked in a cabinet, and cooked by Jewly.
Despite this, we all still seem to be drawn to Joolee. Happy Birthday.
Heeheeeeee! Thanks for not mentioning the head injuries, Raydar :). And thank you, thank you, for allowing me access to the neffies, even considering the above injustices. (at least it wasn’t Anne Geddes style…what if I’d turned Mitchell into a tulip, or stuffed Drewbie into a larger-than-life walnut shell, hmmmm?) I feel proud to be the one who walked each of them through their respective first-ever poops in the woods (why does that urge always hit them the moment we reach the forest?)