My Wife, The Book, (Strike that), “The Rodent Thief”

I still want my hula hoop

I still want my hula hoop

Kleptomania, I think it’s genetic.  Let me explain.

I got to meet my wife’s grandma for the first time I think when I was 18.  They called her Brown Mom because she was always tanned, (like my wife).   She lived in California and was relatively well to do.  Know how I know?  Because she used to give each of her grand-kids a hundred dollar bill for Christmas.  That’s like $400 today!  My first exposure to the Christmas gift was without grandma.  We were dating and I happened to be over at Kim’s house a day or two before Christmas when the kids were all opening up the gift envelopes.  Uh-oh, “only” $50 this year!  You would have thought someone had died.  All the kids were whining and looking for explanation, everyone but my girlfriend.  Continue reading