CAROL BRADY LOVES ME

Sniff, sniff.  Talk amongst yerselves.  I'm a little overwhelmed this morning.  You may remember that my 70s-obsessed self was reeling from the e-mail response I received from Carol Brady Florence Henderson a few weeks ago.  Well, imagine how I felt when I opened the mail and found this little goody in a manilla envelope:

In all fairness, there's an address on her website where you can send an SASE and request an autographed photo.  I figured I'd get one with her signature, one of many out of a huge stack she signs while she's watching CourtTV.  (Wait, that's my t.v. obsession.  You get the idea, though:  hours parked in front of the t.v. churning out signed photos like an assembly line.)  What I didn't expect was for it to have my name on it as well.  She signed to me...personally...my name...with hers.  Even my uppity daughter seemed impressed, although she kept insisting we could pawn it and it was worth a billion dollars.  She did ask if I was going to frame it and put it next to my autographed photo of David Cassidy.  Was there ever any doubt?

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