Football season has officially begun. I really wish I liked football more, but I truly enjoy the social dynamics of the game. And the food. I promise I do.
But I also love my husband's comments and attempts to engage me in a game I'm barely paying attention to.
R: "His last name is Smelly. Would you have married me if my last name was Smelly? Tricia Smelly. Mrs. Smelly. Would you?"
R: "Really? No?"
T: "Really. No. Not even a first date. I had a hard and fast rule in my dating life: never go on a date with a man whose last name you cannot stand. So, no."
R: "What about him? His last name is Succop. Would you have married me if my last name was Succop?"
T: "No. I would never have gone out with a man who would have potentially made me Mrs. Tricia SuckUp."
I was also against anyone with the last name of Fisha or Wisha, but I never met any of those.
Now that we have that question taken care of, back to the football game...