A bit of humor found us last night. My sister, Sue, brought over a copy of my book to have me sign it. My handwriting is even more wretched than it used to be. Given that, Judy normally scribes the salutation and I just add my signature.

“Hmm, what shall we say”, I questioned.

Sue replied, “just write something clever and witty.”

Per my instruction, Judy wrote as follows: To Sue, Something Cleaver and Witty
I then signed, Pete.

Sue looked at it and the laughter was animated.

“Just one problem”, Sue said. “You wrote cleaver, not clever.”

I asked Sue for the book back and asked Judy to write as follows after my signature: I used to be a butcher, you know.

A bit of humor found us last night. My sister, Sue, brought over a copy of my book to have me sign it. My handwriting is even more wretched than it used to be. Given that, Judy normally scribes the salutation and I just add my signature.

“Hmm, what shall we say”, I questioned.

Sue replied, “just write something clever and witty.”

Per my instruction, Judy wrote as follows: To Sue, Something Cleaver and Witty
I then signed, Pete.

Sue looked at it and the laughter was animated.

“Just one problem”, Sue said. “You wrote cleaver, not clever.”

I asked Sue for the book back and asked Judy to write as follows after my signature: I used to be a butcher, you know.