A poem.

Tis 74 days til Christmas 2007
I do believe Larry is a saint and going to heaven.

It took retirement to get it all done,
but alas we can call our new bedroom home.

What a pleasure it was to sleep in our new bed,
It was almost like the night we were wed.

O.K., now, don't get your panties in a wad,
We are your hip parents, maybe even mod.

Just because 60 is our new generation,
we can find better things to do than engage in "Play Station."

Now, I patiently await your many replies,
"Mom, don't be so graphic, it's making us die!"