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Dead Man's Pants

or, a Seinfeldesque weekend....

Earlier this year I lost an uncle, which was quite sad. It also jostled my parents to get their affairs even more in order than they already were, which was pretty much in order anyway. So we were all given copies of the latest will, and lists of accounts, and all that fun stuff. More Mojo!>>

Heartfelt Sibling Mementos!

Mojo's unhealthy tendency to tweak authority (a tendency shared with her siblings, despite their protests of innocence--don't believe them for a second!) probably stems from her father. Woe to the child who had to sit next to Dad in church! Dad was full of helpful pointers to get us through the service. "Look reverent," he would whisper if he caught us fidgeting. "Like this—" whereupon he would assume the pose of a thousand oil paintings of Jesus praying in Gethsemane—upraised eyes, serene loving expression, the whole nine yards. More Mojo!>>

Floral Oil Painting From Hong Kong!

 

When I was a kid my dad often went to Taiwan on business. And after conducting business, he often spent a day or two in Hong Kong with a huge shopping list his loving family (that would be us) compiled for him to get. (I suppose if he did not come home with it, we would be less than loving.) We kids really liked to get stuff (and we still do! Hint, hint) but we also just liked to casually mention to our friends that "oh, yeah, our dad's in Hong Kong again" and act like it was one big bore. (Hey, when you're only ten things like that seem really important.) More Mojo!>>

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