Tuesday night, weary from a long day of teaching, I trudged into my bedroom, looking forward to nothing more than changing into my pajamas and curling up with a good book and a glass of wine. Instead, I found a strange man in my bed.
I threw back the covers to get a better look.
Yep, you guessed it. Meet Mr. Mandolin Man!
Like most of my previous boyfriends, he is beginning to show his age. He is one string short of a set and has a screw loose here and there. But I will do what I can to help him be the best he can be.
I adore him already. Thanks to my sons, Casey and Nathan, for bringing him into my life!