As promised, here is a picture of me in a bathing suit. Miss Nemesis, don't even try to beat this. No one's going to care that you're going to the Canary Islands once they see this. Everyone's going to want to go up to Northern Ontario and live my childhood. Well, people. You probably can't. But I don't blame you for wanting to.
At my request, my Mary Moo sent me this picture today. She's been wondering for a while now why I have never written a post about her. I told her that if she sent me this photo, I could tell a story.
First a little background---or why I have never called my Aunt Mary "Aunt Mary" and why she has always been Mary Moo. When Captain Fabuloso was a baby and started talking, he pronounced Mommy "Mah-i" (makes me think of tuna...). But since he couldn't pronounce Mary, he also called our aunt "Mah-i." She felt bad that he was using the same name for her and for his mother, so she said to him, "No, Captain Fabuloso. My name is Mary Moo." From that moment on, my aunt has been my Mary Moo.
Mary Moo is both funny and wild and she was the best aunt you could possibly wish for when we were growing up. She lived in the same city and she was single, which meant that she got to give all of her love to us kids. We had a hunt camp---like a shack---on a lake for the first several years of my life. We'd go there in the summers.
One year, after it rained, there were huge mud puddles everywhere. Mary Moo offered a dollar to the kid who would roll in a mud puddle. That seemed like really good money to me, so I suited up and rolled around in the mud.
After my roll in the mud, it came time for Mary Moo to pay up. Several adults (including family and close family friends) had witnessed the whole deal and told Mary Moo that what I did wasn't worth one dollar. It was worth ten. Mary Moo sat me down and explained to me that our original deal was for one dollar. But, after thinking about it, she had decided to give me five dollars. I thought that was five times fair!
Now, if Mary Moo can get me a copy of the picture of the day that we went to Longwood Gardens together, I'll have another good story to tell.