Woody Cavenaugh

One of the fencers in my club is celebrating his 15th year anniversary. Yeah him! Honestly 15th these days is nothing to sneeze at when the divorce rate is hovering somewhere around 50%. Like any guy on his 15th he wants to do something special and memorable for his wife to prove to her how completely devoted he is to her. Specifically, he wants it to be something that could be personaly embarassing to himself. What can I say, men are simple creatures. The ability to bare embarassment as proof of our dedication is encoded in our genes.

Where this romantic fairey story becomes a nightmare for the rest of us is his decision to record a song and put it on his blog. The killing blow for the rest of us? He's good. Go give it a listen.

Thank you very much! What are the rest of suppose to do now? You've ruined it for us. All I have left is getting a tattoo on my forehead saying something like "This idiot property of Sara whom he loves very much".

When I went to Sara to complain she comforted me with a gentle reminder. We were married Tuesday February 29th 2000. By the time our 15th anniversary comes around 60 years will have passed. Maybe so too the memory of this will have passed. I'm off the hook.

I sure do feel sorry for the rest of your poor suckers though. And no, you're not invited to coaches Karoke night either.