It’s a sparkly hat.
(Isn’t everyone’s?)
Whattaya mean you can’t see the sparkles?
Where are your eyes looking, anyway?
😛
Just when you think you’re sooooo suave with your introductions…
…all that debonair-ness is proven to be a total cock-up.
This made me laugh, y’all.
Like, full-on Santa-style “HO HO HO” belly laugh.
😛
I hope it puts a smile in your Saturday.
Our Relationship
{The Life and Times of Mr and Mrs Fever}
When I first had the idea for my Celebrations! holiday blogging project, I asked a few people for some feedback. Most of the responses I got were kind of what I expected, but there were a few that totally threw me. Not in a “nope, that’s not my schtick” way, but rather more along the lines of “…hnh. I never realized anyone would want to know that.”
There were quite a few people who expressed an interest in how my relationship with my husband began. One person, who likes the snippets-of-our-lives way I write asked for something like that but from When We Were New. And “What does your day-to-day look like?” – or some variation on that theme – was put forward by several people.
I… Well, honestly… I kinda didn’t know what to do with all that. *laugh* Like, I feel like I write about our relationship a lot – and have done so from the beginnings of this blog – and if What We Have Together doesn’t come through in the little interactions between us that I publish here… Well, I’m not sure I’d be much good at explaining.
And the other stuff…
Yeah, I don’t know that I’d be much good at explaining any of that either.
So I passed those questions on to my husband and said, “Hey, it seems like people are curious about __________ and suchlike. Do you want to write about it?”
And he said, “Sure.”
So what follows (my husband’s words will be in blue, for clarity re: who is speaking ~ my commentary will be bracketed in black) is straight from his viewpoint.
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Then
When Melisande Hall named her baby girl, you might say she wasn’t exactly thinking straight. The pain high of an 18-hr labor, combined with the morphinic effects of the post-birth meds had slightly affected her judgment. Having read a poetic analogy comparing a city to a woman _just_ as her water broke somehow translated – understandably, given that the baby girl she’d birthed was 10 pounds huge and two feet long – to A woman is a city (regardless that it was meant the other way ’round); she decided that said baby was, if not a city (yet), at the very least a town.
And, in keeping with the naming traditions in her family, Melisande made sure the female child was named {a} after something inspiring (and taken together, pain/drugs/woman-is-a-city/childbirth-hugeness was pretty damned inspirational), and that the name chosen {b} included an ‘e’ on the end.
Thus: Towne Hall was born.
Thirty-four years ago, today. As a matter of fact.
Now
And today, Towne is celebrating the commemoration of her birth in style (‘style’ being defined as ‘she has coordinated her socks with her hat and is wearing nothing over the expanses of skin in-between’), with a video call to her long-distance lover Klaus.
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