A couple entries ago I said I would explain "poor, sweet baby" to you all, and so I shall.
When I was in High School, my senior English teacher, Mrs. Molnar, had us keep a journal through the year and just write things that came up. She'd give feedback, and I feel in many ways, she's the reason why I blog now (on a side note, I'm hoping to give her a call today so we can catch up with life and I can tell her about my job and ministry).
One of my favorite entries was a Peanuts comic strip I found and taped it in my journal. I searched long and hard, and found it on the internet:
I love it. First, I've always associated a little with Charlie Brown (big head, always wanting to play sports, always getting schooled, the nice guy and romantic who just is that, etc), and I thought at the time "This is exactly it! This is what I want!". And so, I put it in the journal so I'd remember it.
When Lindsay and I were dating in college, I showed it to her, and indeed, periodically when I was really down, she'd give me a big hug, kiss me on the forehead, and say "poor, sweet baby".
I'm pretty sure, contrary to Peppermint Patty, there are more girls (or dogs) in this world that will say that to me, and Charlie Brown. So have faith, Chuck. It'll happen.
…well, maybe not with you. You apparently never grow up. I, on the other hand, don't have much of a choice. Not to say I'd trade you, however.