Is it just me or is referring to the love of your life as "my ol' man" or "my ol' lady" the most absurd thing?
Is it a regional geographical thing?
Growing up, my grandparents called each other 'Sam' and 'Sal'. It was very endearing. I was at least 10 before I realized those aren't even their names. Not sure what that was all about. I usually call Handy Man "Babe". Ocassionally, I call him an explicative, but only when he's very, very naughty.
Anyway, the point of all this is that Handy Man, the love of my life, got an invitation to his 20-year high school reunion. And I looked at him as if I've never seen him in my life and gasped, "Twenty years?! Dude! You are OLD!"
I remember my mom talking about her high school reunion. I was in high school, and I remember thinking that I can't imagine being out of high school for 20 whole, long years. It didn't seem that long ago.
And yet, my ol' man, proud class of 1989, has his 20th Reunion in April 2009. (They are organized! I mean... right? Holy cow!).
So, what I want to know, dear reader...
1. Do you go to your reunions? Why or why not?
2. Be brave. Fess up. What # was your last reunion?
3. What do you call the love of your life?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
My Ol' Man
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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growing up,
Handy Man
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