Actually it’s Ethel. Her breaks are working, and Scott painted the roof. We’ll get the old girl running yet. Read more →
Category: Scott
Mega-Swoon.
I guess we know what song they have to use as the Father/Daughter dance when Dee gets married one day. (Hopefully to whoever the EF she wants!) *Swoon* Read more →
The Other Woman
Her name was Lola. She was a show girl…. Actually that was what Scott called the cherry red 1967 Cougar that met it’s unfortunate end while parked on the street on spring afternoon. My devastated man cherry picked her engine out and put it into his first car ever – a 1962 Mercury Meteor called Ethel. But kids start projects… Read more →
Peanuts and Crackerjacks
This is SO what it’s about. Happy Father’s Day Scott. We love you. You rule the most. * * * And now, the worst video of the lamest wave at a baseball game probably ever. Read more →
It’s Official: Scott Sucks
{I blatantly stole this shot from Maegan‘s facebook feed because I took no photos this weekend, as per uge. :head hung: Thanks Maeg!} Anyway that megadouche is turning 29 today. What a dick. So fuck you Scott. Fuck you and your “1982” and your one more year of being in your 20’s. And also, I love you forever. Okay and then… Read more →
Purgeday Thursday(ish): Morganize This.
So, you know that expression “if you love something, set it free…if it comes back again…blah blah blah”? Well, Scott’s first love is back in our lives. So I’m going to go ahead and classify this purgeday a big fat #fail. Unless you count seeing the look of joy on your husband’s face as he pulls the 1962 Mercury Meteor… Read more →
Listen to the band, will ya?
I’m going to tell you something super gross. No…it’s like SUPER GROSS. Are you ready? I kind of feel like it’s gross enough that I should write it in white and make you highlight it if you want to read it so you can opt out if you’re not in the mood to revisit your breakfast. Ready? Highlight — start:Scott… Read more →
You win some, you lose some.
I think I might be winning this one. Read more →
Our relationship is like old enough to menstruate.
August 2001 I think this picture was taken? My future hubby and I had already been through a lot together by then, two years and 3000 miles into our burgeoning love affair. I can’t quite explain what it feels like to get to grow up in love with the person you marry. But we did. Scott and I grew up… Read more →
I swear I am totally Jewish.
But as a Jew, I was deprived of tree trimming for 26 long years until I married Scott and was forced, completely against my will, to get a tree of my own. And who says Jews can’t enjoy a little egg nog and New Kids On The Block every once in a while? I mean, let’s face it ~ we… Read more →