Skip to main content

A Little Too Alike?

I am rapidly approaching my 15th anniversary with the big hairy man. This year will mark the 15th anniversary of first dates, first kisses, engagement, and marriage. If you want the whole back story, let me sum up: I am insane. I met a great guy and got engaged to him 3 weeks later. Yes, you read that right. Three short weeks. This means a couple of things: first, I was clinically insane when I was in my 20's, and second, if one of my daughters bring home some hairy biker dude after three weeks of dating and announces her engagement, I can't tell her how monumentally stupid that is because all she has to do is point at me and say, "hey, it worked for you."

So, yes, somehow we make it work and we are celebrating this 15th year together by acting more and more like each other. It's a little scary, actually, because who wants to act more like a man who is the size of an NFL linebacker but giggles like a school girl every time he rips one?

I realized we have reached the pinnacle of scary similarity this afternoon. The big hairy man probably would have married work instead of me if it were more emotionally available, so it surprised me that he took a few days off this week...just because. It took some time to convince me that no one was dead, and he really did just want a couple of days off.  He is doing mundane things around the house with me, and today our adventure was...GROCERY SHOPPING. On our way out, a guy on a Harley called out to us as we crossed the parking lot, to kindly let us know that our package of toilet paper had tumbled from the bottom of the cart and lay in the middle of the road. At the same time we both yelled out, "Flying toilet paper!"

Pretty sure this is me rubbing off on him. If he starts complaining that I like to dutch oven him, you'll know he has finally rubbed off on me.

Popular posts from this blog

Off the Record, Question 1

Fake News at Its Finest

Life has a way of putting me in my place. I had grand intentions to post weekly, and three months later....

So I think it's great that people are talking about fake news these days, because fake news is at the heart of Off the Record. I have a sleezeball paparazzo named Derrick Fuchs (it looks like a swear word, but it's pronounced 'fooks,' a purposeful play on words to immediately show what a douche nozzle he is) in the novel. He writes his articles based on the latest gossip without really caring who he hurts or how much of it is made up. I haven't decided yet if the reader gets to meet him, but the excerpt today is the first article we see from him. Enjoy!

Off the Record, Question 1 Part 2

If you haven't noticed, the format for Off the Record isn't in regular chapters. Main character Devi Madrigal is looking back in an interview for Rocker Chic mag, something I made up because every sleezeball papparazzo antagonist needs a place to work, right? So instead of chapters, you'll see questions and articles about her. It's a fun format to write in.😍

When we last hung out with The Streakers, they were trying to figure out how to make the finale of a live reality show after their lead singer Raina Sky ditched them that morning. They heard Devi singing after her shift at the coffee shop and want to sneak her in to sing for them. Will Devi tell them they're crazy? Can they sneak her in to a studio with tight security? Will this girl with a guitar and a dream steal the chance she's been trying for three years to reach?

Part 2