Get off my lawn! Edition

Yeah, it’s that time of year.

An old friend just found out what a dog her ex was.  I’ve been humming this little ditty ever since I talked to her.

OK, folks, just hold your water until tomorrow and you can start the yearly Festival of Insanity.  But you have to wait until tomorrow, OK?

This one’s been going through my head since Irish Woman told me I should sleep with one eye open last night.

7 years ago today, Irish Woman and I committed to make each other crazy, put up with each other, support each other through everything life can throw at us, to raise my brood and the children to come, and to grow old together.

So far so good.  She’s only tried to take my life twice, and I’m pretty sure both times were accidents.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart!

Oh, Irish Woman, they’re playing our song!

This one comes with a story. 

Junior’s mother is a Gordon Lightfoot fan.  Not sure how she ended up that way, but it is what it is.  We all have our crosses to bear, and hers are Gordon Lightfoot, Adam Ant, and Elton John.  How she ended up with me music wise is still a mystery.

Anyway, when she went into labor with Junior, I had a cassette player and a set of small speakers with me in The Bag.  The two cassettes I remembered to bring with me were Lightfoot’s greatest hits album, and Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue.  We didn’t want to disturb the other patients, so we went with Lightfoot.  We had that tape on automatic flip, so it played over and over during the hours of labor.  Junior was born just as the chorus to this one came up for what I thought must have been the 50th time.  I haven’t been able to listen to Gordon Lightfoot since then without cringing.

Also, today is the anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, so I thought I’d share.

In honor of the couple who got picked up for stealing a car to have a little tryst, I give you this: