Just so you know who you are dealing with, introductions are necessary. No real names people. I like to think of it as an added layer of anonymity. In reality it is paranoia. Just some silly monikers that have very little relevance. Okay so it’s just fun to have secret code names:
Marijuana Boy – MB for short. He’s my one and only, my true love. No narcotics were involved in the naming of this guy. My mother bestowed it upon him during our initial courtship, citing his calming, laid back effect on me.
The Angry Baker – that’s me. Who needs therapy when you can bake yourself to pure gooey happiness?
LegoManiac – if he can think it, he can build it. And he’ll tell you about it all day long.
Maxine – she’s the preschooler with a potty humor obsession. Whenever she doesn’t hear correctly she makes an old woman sound that ages her 80 years…eh? Eh? Eh?
Dutch – She’s the baby. She’s the baby that makes me want a “My baby is better than your baby” bumper sticker.
That’s us. We like early bedtimes, fresh chocolate chip cookies, and temporary tattoos. We don’t like cleaning toilets, bossy heads, or losing at mariokart. We firmly believe, “It is what it is.”
Photo By Libby Jones Photography
