It's Winter and Michael's has. . .

Listen to the advice of your mom was something which is generations old.  I told Mich if the mountain won't come to Mohamed than Mohamed needed to go to the mountain.  Appears he took his mom's advise. Didn't tell me until I opened my phone and see this picture of his (handsome) mug. 
                                                         (Better find a new job now Mich!)
Ron was (also) in Rapid City SD last week pheasant hunting and has a bruised right shoulder to prove it.  (Have yet to see any birds.)  I got the dubious honor of painting the dining room pink.  I am awaiting the new mirrors I ordered to hang on the wall and I even managed to move his private book case to the bedroom.  Ron really loves his books.  He was happier about the bookcase than the dining room.  Ron hates painting . . .  I love to paint.
Must have come from Mother Mary.  Big George would go hunting and Mary would paint the living room.  Simultaneously everyone of us would start vomiting.  Mom would be placing buckets in front of five King Kids...Martha said, "MOM, GET ME AN ASPIRIN." and promptly barfed on the kitchen floor...She soon got a bucket too...and as well as I can remember she would get the room painted and all the King children would be "healthy as horses" just in time to welcome dad home. It was a fall ritual at the KING house.
Speaking of rituals: Mary would also make us sit in the dark to watch TV cuz the "Light Patrol was roaming the streets ready to arrest anyone using electricity."  Thank God the TV wasn't electric in those days.(VIEWMASTER!)
You can't make this stuff up...it is too funny.  Wonder what my four will embellish as "Mom Memories" when I am Gone? 
Greg retold the Mandalay Bay story at dinner (Chicago Chop House) last weekend and so far dad is in more trouble than I am. "Hey, Bud."