On Tuesday, Lauren posted about the twenty-fifth anniversary of our engagement, and everyone understood it and congratulated her (and us) appropriately, instead of confusing it for our wedding anniversary, and I am quite irritated about this because I am the clear communicator around here and you all did not understand my post a couple yearsContinue reading “A Red-Hot Engagement Anniversary”
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Fairy Order Must Be Restored and a Dispatch from the USS Taylor Swift
I was away for thirty-six hours on a business trip, and when I came home, I found that everything had fallen apart and that’s it every man for himself here at Greenhill Manor. Inasmuch as I am the only full-grown adult man at Greenhill Manor, that means it’s me for myself. The Fairy System utterlyContinue reading “Fairy Order Must Be Restored and a Dispatch from the USS Taylor Swift”
It’s All My Fault
February 13 is a big day in Laws family mythology. A year ago, I posted about this on Facebook, noting that the day marked twenty-four years since I had asked Lauren to marry me. And of course, I included appropriate messages of love, celebration, and self-denigration. I thought it was all pretty clear, but sureContinue reading “It’s All My Fault”
The Elliott Women Are a Mafia Rewriting Our History, and I Am Here to Stop Them
The assault on the memory of Peaceful Meadows continues. Lauren’s sister Lisa is in town to visit her mother, and as a former lover of Peaceful Meadows, she desperately needed to try Porn Star Farms’ ice cream to see if it was a suitable replacement. So we had Grammie and Lisa over for dinner SaturdayContinue reading “The Elliott Women Are a Mafia Rewriting Our History, and I Am Here to Stop Them”
Wait Till Your Kids Make a Diss Track
I had another topic in mind today, and I will get to it. But first, we have to deal with another salvo in the Infamous Battle of the Towels. I got out of the shower this morning, dried off, opened the bathroom door, and behold, the laundry basket. But what do you see this time,Continue reading “Wait Till Your Kids Make a Diss Track”
Dobby Goes to College and Other Weekend Wrap-Up Notes
Part of our adventure this weekend was bringing Dobby. Katy adores Dobby, Grant loves to tease him, and he can actually stay on campus with Lindsay at Lock Haven. In fact, I’m pretty sure the kids are happier to see Dobby than they are to see us. That’s true for Lindsay for sure and possiblyContinue reading “Dobby Goes to College and Other Weekend Wrap-Up Notes”
I Lost Another Round in the Battle of the Towels
Yesterday morning, Lauren took Graham to an early ortho appointment. When I finished my workout, I found the basket of dirty laundry in the middle of our bedroom—this is Lauren’s cue to me to add my dirty workout clothes and start the laundry once I go downstairs. I did as expected and even moved theContinue reading “I Lost Another Round in the Battle of the Towels”
How Lauren Married My Dad and Other Musings on My Dad’s Birthday
Today is my father’s birthday making him seventy-five in mortal years. He passed away sixteen years ago, so in immortal years, I don’t know . . . I guess he’s eternal. In the eternities, do we even have birthdays? We shouldn’t, right, being without beginning or end? If everything past, present, and future is continuallyContinue reading “How Lauren Married My Dad and Other Musings on My Dad’s Birthday”
I Make Honey-Garlic Chicken, and I Am a Great Catch
Have you seen those memes on Instagram about what to get your spouse for Christmas/birthday/anniversary? “I’d like to get him the perfect gift, but he already got me.” I thought of this yesterday just after the grocery delivery person showed up and as my phone sat on the counter with the recipe for dinner openContinue reading “I Make Honey-Garlic Chicken, and I Am a Great Catch”
What Is Love?
Let me tell you what love is—real love. It is not all the mushy stuff we associate with Valentine’s Day. I mean, do that stuff you want, but that’s not it. And with your kids, it’s not mama-bearing every situation they face. Again, do that if you want. No, real love is spending the AFCContinue reading “What Is Love?”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 