I don't usually address comments directly in the following posts for a few reasons
1. I don't get many comments
2. Matt writes most of them
3. They don't usually inspire such fear in me
I especially don't respond to comments in my new posts when I have such a story to tell*
I have enough rumors with the neighborhood moms.
I am not getting married.
I would tell you. Wouldn't I tell you? Yes, I would.
*Jill got brained by a softball and Team Fun won the game. They were down by 10 in the...maybe the fourth inning...came back to win by two in a nailbiting seventh inning.
I was taking some action shots (right place, right time, wrong camera) to use for my (ahem) blog, and (I know that is so geeky, but I want to find something new and different every day and I can't just post about the Euro Mullet again, even if it is a big hit.) as I was lining up a shot, I saw out of the wee viewfinder, Jillian took a ball to the back of the head as she was running to third. And then she went down.
I planned to use the photos as evidence, but they are so completely fuzzed that I cannot put them up here. Perhaps I could Sharpie something for you.
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4 comments:
why are you afraid to get married?
Woah woah woah... first of all, it's perfectly normal to be afraid of getting married. Don't you people see? You move in together. Share bills. Share bodily stuff. And, your wife can say "No, honey, you are not going to buy that Vespa."
Everything changes. You don't go out anymore. You start watching lifetime. You have to pay off a ring that has no buttons or f-stop or functionality whatsoever. For $1000 plus I want a GPS ring, a ring with a laser pointer or a cell phone.
Then, anonymous #2, you have a baby. But you realize that you just bought a Vespa (pending) and you can't aford formula. You then you have to trade s/him for pogs, beer, and gas for your scooter that is so damn cool.
So please, enough joking. You all need to check youselves.
Anonymous number three...Matt...
Shhhhh, baby...shhhh. It's ok. Someday (read: many years from now. Light years from now) you will appreciate Lifetime and their original movies which all revolve around the central theme of abuse. Then, then, we will talk about it (and by 'it' I mean scary marriage and scary babies) again.
And I still say no to the Vespa.
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