True Love


I love Sasquatch. Yes, that does mean anything having to do with the hairy eight foot biped roaming remote parts of our country. Maybe more than that, though, I love the word “Sasquatch”. As I’m writing this I’m snickering so hard that tears of mirth are welling in my eyes. Don’t know what it is about that word.

A couple days back, Cupcake was doing some school shopping with her grandson. They came upon a Sasquatch notebook. She bought it for me, drove to my office and had the receptionist put it on my desk while I was in a meeting. Needless to say, when I saw it there, I collapsed in my chair, laughing so hard I couldn’t see.

That, my friends, is true love. The lengths this woman will go to to inject a little Sasquatch into my day are truly amazing.