The Accidental Family

The woman we (we meaning me) live with (otherwise known as "my wife") recently had pictures taken of "the family" excluding the dogs and us (us meaning me).

This was for my birthday. Women think of things like this. They think that men like pictures of their kids and them. And of course we do. Sure.

So once you have the picture you have to put it on your desk at work... at least that is what I am told... so you can look at during the day so that you can remember what they all look like so you will recognize them all when you get home later. Men like these mementos around. We all do. It's great.

So to put a picture on your desk you can't just use some masking tape and tape it to the lamp. Apparently that is tacky.

No, you have to go buy a frame.

So we (we meaning me) went at lunch and bought a frame. It was a nice frame. It already had a picture in it of a family flying a kite. They allowed their dog in the picture. I sat it out and forgot to put the real picture of my real family in it.

Then Judy from the mail room said "oh what a lovely picture"! She asked if that was may family. Since they are a good looking bunch I said "yes". Judy isn't quite right, but that is okay.

Things just kinda mushroomed from there and now when people ask it is just easier to say, "Yes that is my family. This was taken on vacation in Dunkirk, Vermont, on the beach". I dunno if there is Dunkirk, Vermont, but the picture of the nice family is on the beach, with the dog and there is grass near the beach so it feels like Vermont, and I like the name "Dunkirk". Although we have never been to Vermont this is how we would expect to feel if we had been there.

So this is how I got a mistaken or accidental new family.

I hope on our weekly family outing to Wal Mart we don't run into Judy. She won't be able to sort it all out.