I actually wrote the previous post a few days ago. Since then, thankfully, I have burned out on yellow [tag]Conversation Hearts[/tag]. Suzanne is right, the regular yellow [tag]Necco[/tag] wafers? Not the same. Only the yellow Hearts have the faux-banana flavor that I found so very appealing.

Necco crisis averted, I direct you to [tag]Jungle Pete[/tag]’s “Munkey’s in Dipr” art gallery. I find the art gallery doubly amusing, since the art is done by Frank’s daughter.

Frank is not JunglePete’s imaginary friend, he’s someone we went to school with. [tag]Frank[/tag] is a troublemaker. Frank convinced me, in the 7th grade, that physics was very cool. Look where that has gotten me.

For your last fun fact of the day (this will be on the final) long ago in a galaxy far away, Frank and I danced our first slow dance together.

I was wondering what this post had to do with cults, then I realized that our elementary/middle/high school had a lot of cult-like qualities. But that’s a post for another day…