Some words: Happy birthday, WM! You are the Cool Ranch seasoning to my Dorito, you are the Velveeta sauce to my macaroni, and every day with you is happier than Mickey’s Runaway Railway. <3
Six
Six years ago these goofballs said “I do.” It’s a good thing to be married to your favorite person. Not everyone gets to say that. Happy Anniversary, WM. 🙂
Happy Birthday WM!
Happiest of birthdays to the man who makes my soul sing. My favorite person. My adventuring history teacher, best friend, and biggest dooshbag (sic, and with love) I’ve ever known. Happy birthday, Tiger!
Sweet merciful crap!
I’m getting married in a month. That’s all. Oh, and I have a Pinterest board about it. Sweet merciful crap!
Engaged!
There were no fireworks, no scary scoreboard proposals, no ring-in-a-cupcake shenanigans. Just a nervous stammered yes from me to a question he asked a while ago. Gunshy, I demurred for a long time. I demurred for too long. Because life…
The best and brightest
WM (grading tests): The question was, “What is the son of Ra called?” and the kid answered Ra. Me: Ra Jr. Duh. WM: (sigh) Me: They called him “Sunny.” *** WM: This one thought “Rosetta Stone” was a famous female…
Don't fear the weeper
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I am now a weeper. If I’m happy, I cry. If I’m scared, I cry. If I’m nervous, I cry. If I’m disappointed, I cry. And not the delicate handkerchief-to-corner-of-eye crying. I…
Get thee behind me, rotten week!
I’m so happy it’s Sunday because this past week was one of the worst ones I’ve had since 2006. Let’s have a crazy week in review… 1) Sunday: Father’s Day. Talk to Dad & learn that he’s having some nonbloggable…
Progress report
(I’m sitting on the sofa working a crossword puzzle.) Charlie: (softly) Mow. Me: Oh! Hey there, Boo! (scritches his head) Charlie: (softly) Mow. Me: What’s up? Charlie: (softly) Mow? Me: (gets up, walks to kitchen) You have water. Charlie: Mow!…
Root, root root for the Phillies
I’m not a fan of inter-league baseball. Keep those wimpy non-batting American League pitchers where they belong, please, until the World Series. Anyway, there were only 3 days this year when the Philadelphia Phillies (currently .514 and my home team)…
Bless me Internet, for I live in sin
Yeeeeeeah. So it’s been a while. And there’s a 500-lb elephant sitting in the middle of my blog that I have to acknowledge. The Wandering Minstrel (who is much cuter than a 500-lb elephant) has moved out here to NJ….
Mr. Sandman
From my cell phone! Multimedia message On holiday. I took this week off. The Wandering Minstrel and I hit the beach. It’s a mite chilly as evidenced by his creation.
