I'm a nicknamer. It's just something I've always done. I have nicknames for most everybody in my life - and I've always had different ones for my love interests over the years.
You guys. Seriously. It might be becoming a problem. But it seems like these news stories find ME. I'll be looking for news about the election or about the weather, and BAM. Wedding.
OKAY. So I'm trying really hard to not stress out about all this wedding jazz. I like a nice, ordered list, so I've been going over it with myself from time to time to see if I'm forgetting anything.
Yesterday was my dad's birthday. So far, I think he had a good one. I think I only managed to embarrass him maybe five times. So while I was thinking of good and bad birthdays, the bad ones got funnier.
Yes, I know: it's a pretty hot issue, and we're all divided on it. But I'm sorry to have to tell you this - my dad rules and is far more awesome than yours.
You probably know that we're getting a classic rock night at the Missouri State Fair with Molly Hatchet, Steppenwolf and Foghat. There might be a little more though, that will be revealed in my discussion with Roger Earl.
As you guys may remember, I'm finally going to make an honest man out of Boyfriendo (Although, is it really accurate to call him Boyfriendo anymore? Should it be Fiance-o?).