Christmas Story hits home

Gawd bless America! My husband gave me fish net stockings for my 36th birthday! I figure that if a prominent and distinguished 86 year old Parisian organist (who will remain unnamed) can wear them well . . . . . so can I. And I did. We were invited out to dinner last night and as I was fixing my hair in the bathroom mirror I suddenly felt two little three year old hands ardently caressing my right leg. Of course, Michel and I burst out laughing as we both simultaneously thought of Ralphie Parker in the 1983 masterpiece "The Christmas Story". Then I had a reality check as his hands didn't stay below the knee. Pray for me.