Scott, the paper's here!

Jim came in this morning waving a copy of the newspaper. The story on us came out, and I have my name in the paper! And this time, I said something a little more intelligent, Mom. You must understand: my mother has never quite let me live down the time when, in third grade, I told the newspaper that I liked my class because my butt didn't hurt from sitting in one place all the time. I'll have to see about getting a scan of the article...for you, O Best Beloved.