Important Information about John and Wendy

I've been sitting in front of the computer for about a half-hour trying to come up with a brilliant first blog entry . . . something profound that could possibly change a reader's life. Unfortunately the "profound" switch in my brain snapped off at birth and my little brother won't let me use his.

So, I've decided to address a very serious matter instead ("serious" being several notches below "profound"). A subject that is apparently on the minds and disturbing the sleep and well-being of many. It seems that a large number of people (approximately 6) want to know if John and I are hippies. A fair question being that we both have long, unkempt hair and live in Vermont. But the truth is, even if we wanted to be hippies - the hippies wouldn't have us. And I'll tell you why: hearing grateful dead music and the smell of patchouli results in an unattractive contortion of our faces and a strong desire to run in the opposite direction. This would most likely be interpreted as rude by the hippie population and not deserving of an honorary tie-dyed t-shirt.

I hope this clears up any confusion. Thanks for your understanding and patience.