Yeah, so that's the title to my most recent Blog. You should go read it some time!

I know you are shivering with anticipation for what enlightening news I have to share with you today.

We have recently returned from a fun-filled mini-vacation romp to Miami (be sure to reserve your seats for the upcoming film depicting this wondrous event!).

My youngest son is still convinced that it is called "Your Ami" since I'm always talking about growing up in My Ami. "When are we going to Your Ami?" he asks. "Have we left Your Ami, yet?"

So I'm keeping busy writing about My Ami and the very interesting visit it was after some 15 years of self-imposed exile. I'm sure you will get to read all about it soon enough!

For now, however, I would like to share an excerpt from my most recent Blog (since I'm not sure how many of you know about my Blog, judging by the scarcity of hits).

The excerpt has little to do with the Blog but since it's a story with a beginning and an end, and it's less than the Blog's massive 1173 words, I will share it with you forthwith! (I know I'm pushing the attention-span envelope when my verbiage surpasses 50 - what? Did you stop reading?)

I remembered this tale when using the phrase "It's like pulling teeth!". According to my dentist at the prison, pulling teeth is really quite easy. I'll let you be the judge.

"When I was a little boy in My Ami," that's how I start out all of the stories that I tell to my youngest son. When I was a little boy, my younger brother had a loose tooth. And we needed money. (Some things never change). So we decided we would pull a tooth and then collect coinage from the illustrious bearer of great wealth, the Tooth Fairy. Back in those days one could earn as much as a quarter for toothage, which could buy 1.5 cans of soda or 25 pieces of bubble gum. So, we tried to pull the tooth. Despite what my dentist from the prison has to say, pulling teeth is not that easy and that tooth wasn't budging.
But we were not stupid kids. We'd seen people on TV tie one end of a string to a tooth and the other to a doorknob to pull teeth, so, being the industrious lads that we were, we thought we'd give it a go. I helped my brother tie the string, and got it wrapped good and tight around that bad boy. We tied the other end to the doorknob. For this to work, it seemed only appropriate to slam the door as hard as we could. My brother braced himself as I readied the door.
One! He clenched his fists.
Two! He closed his eyes.
Three! I slammed the door shut – boom!
But we didn't measure the string. It was too long! It didn't pull the tooth but instead now looped from the knob to his gaping mouth. However, the card table that was propped against the wall behind the door toppled upon my brother and knocked him senseless onto the wooden floor. His tooth flew from its socket with the greatest of ease and dangled from the string in all its tiny bloody glory.
Success!
Now we'd have enough coinage to supply the whole neighborhood with bubble gum and further promote tooth decay. I'm not sure, but I suspect he kept the cash for himself.

So for any of you kids out there wanting to collect Tooth Fairy Funding (which is now like five bucks per tooth in some neighborhoods), be sure to measure your string, and lean a heavy object against the wall.