Smooch Patrol

I am a first born.
My Sister is almost 9 yrs younger
than me.  (You notice I always add
the almost.)  Which simply means
that I am waaaay older than her,
BUT every month counts.

By the time I was 16 and old enough
to date she was 8/9ish.
I didn't date a lot, but when I did
Mom would let her stay up till
my curfew, at which time she
(my sister) would position herself
behind the living room drapes
which hung over the picture window
that over looked the porch.

THEN, when the time was just
right for the "Good night Kiss"
she would flip the porch light
on and off several times and
shout "Woo-Whee!".
I was always mortified and
my date was usually startled
mid-pucker.  (maybe that's
why I didn't date a lot)

Anyway,  my Mom encouraged

my sister's behavior and this became

known as "Smooch Patrol".

Time passed, as it always does.

My sister finally grew up and by
the time she began to date
I had married and had
children who loved to spend the
night with Grandma on the weekend.
So when said Sister's date walked
her to the door Grandma taught
my child the "Smooch Patrol" routine.

And to quote some great
poets of our time,
"The Beat goes on".

 

My Sister married and had a son.

This son grew and loved to spend

the weekend at our house.

So when my former "Smooch Patrol"child

came of dating age

I taught my nephew the technique.

My daughter was HORRIFIED!

*snicker*

Again, time has passed . . .

and now our youngest daughter is

in the living room with her boyfriend.

They are watching a movie on TV.

And yes,
I.Am.On."Smooch Patrol".
I'm in the adjoining room
Blogging my heart out to you

while vigilently listening for any long pauses

in conversation, and taking lots of "peeks"

around the corner

and making unscheduled

'walk throughs' as needed.

"LONG LIVE THE SMOOCH PATROL!"