“Mr. Funderburke, I think I may be a psychotic serial killer.”
Apparently my five year old daughter told her kindergarten teacher that if she ever gets married she’s going to walk down the aisle to AC/DC’s “Hells Bells.”
“Fortunately we got to her in time, you know, before the blaze could spread,” Jessica said.
Retirement day. Those words had resonated over my career, if you could even call it that . . .
It’s the last day of Family Health Week at my son’s elementary school.