Homermang

Mr. Finn has a friend that we call Homer. I wasn't around at the inception of that nickname, but when I started dating Mr. Finn this is how I was introduced. I find it impossible to convert to his real name. I have even taught the children to call him Uncle Homer. Can I really be blamed?
I had been dating Mr. Finn a short period of time when he asked me to go along to the airport to pick up his friend that was flying in. I was up for anything in those days. As we waited in the airport I felt that need to visit the ladies room before he got there. Wouldn't be proper to rush off the minute I said hello. I was nervous about meeting his BFF in all the world. I had heard about all the things they did together and I swear if one of them had been female they would have spent their glory years together.

When I emerged from the restroom a tall man started to approach me. Being the suspicious person I am, I started to back away. He kept advancing towards me, making me very nervous. "Is that you Robin? Don't you remember me? We went to college together?"

My mind was traversing through the back files of my brain. Who was this person? I didn't remember anyone with those features and how did he know my name? WAIT! I didn't go to college. Something was fishy, I just couldn't wrap my finger around it but he was sure I knew him or at least he "knew" me. I was doing that dodge and weave thing trying to get away from him because he was not a respecter of personal space, when...

...came my first experience with Mr. Finn and his LOVE for getting one over on me. I see him out of the corner of my eye with that sparkle in his eye that I have come to know as "triumph" practically doubled over from laughing.

Homer and his wife have an adorable little girl that took a shine to Mr. Finn on their last day here. Just wanted him to walk around with her, going no place in particular.
Thank you both for coming out for our birthday. It was a true gift and blessing to our family. We love you guys. Come back again soon.