I know that technically the Ides of March go back to 44 B.C. when Julius Caesar was assassinated. Et tu, Brute? But for me, they go back to when I was an overachieving Sophomore in high school. My friend Jo Anne was in an advanced English class with me. I thought it would be hilarious to call her on the Ides of March and in the creepiest voice I could muster declare, "Beware the Ides of March!"
Now, I use the term "hilarious" very loosely. It's kind of like the time I was playing Monopoly with the Masons, and Melissa held a "sword" over VerrDon's head and said, "I hold the sword of damocles over your head!" I didn't know whether to be more horrified that she thought that was funny, or because I understood the joke.
Regardless, it freaked Jo out.
So every Ides of March, I make sure to freak her out in some odd fashion, or to just call her and say hello. My favorite was the year we were both at BYU. Rusty and I took a small stuffed pig and butchered it. Then we stuck it on a stake and put it in her yard in the middle of the night. (Lord of the Flies anyone?)
I know you're all dying to know what I did this year. But you'll just have to wait.
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LARENE BE WARNED!!!!!!!
Oh, LaRene is safe. Safe that is, until April 1st.
you'll be pleased to know that one year at BYU while she was doing her master's I wrote a note that said "Beware the Ides of March" and stuck it on her office door...in memory of you! =)
Hahahaha! I want to know what you mailed her.
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