the stedman to my oprah. the carl to my dolly.
My mom thinks I’m awful, because I’m getting ready to write about Alex the Ex. “How can you do that to him?”
Him is the dark eyed European in the other room. “Because he’s not the jealous type,” I tell her. “And because the things I have to say about Alex could be said in front of a two year old.” I’d say them in Greek, of course. And I’d whisper certain parts…but I’d say them all the same.
He doesn’t like to be mentioned much on the blog. Prefers his privacy. “I’m not really keen on having my face plastered all over the net.” I’m hearing this now. As I write.
But he’s the Stedman to my Oprah. The Carl to my Dolly. The Peanut Butter to my Jelly. And every now and then, I like to brag about it.
Here he sits through six hours of home videos circa “High School Hair Days” at my grandparents house in Iaeger, West Virginia. “It’s like a movie set,” he says every time we pull into the dusty little coal town. And he’s not talking about the videos.
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He’s the EX? Why? He’s cute!
Oh, dummy me, I see now. He’s not Alex, is he. Okay, color me stupid and too quick for my own good.
Ah too sweet Buffy. We should all have a Stedman, Carl or the PB to our J … lucky you, although I imagine he counts his lucky stars as well.
That was absolutely adorable! You’re a lucky girl, and I’m quite jealous!
aww…i love the “HE” bo….and the other munk in my life thinks all the same of the little coal town!! monkey always says that it reminds him of a movie set!!…………..step by step……………ewwwww girl!!! la de da de da
by the way…i loved the high school hair! i always thought you were sooo pretty…
Oh, he’s precious! Definitely has that dark, introspective look about him, but without the moodiness and such. Just on looks, anyway
And you both look adorable together here on your blog!! Congrats!!
Oh “him”. “Him” deserves to be immortalized here!
Awwww.
Ah, high school hair days… no matter what generation, those are almost never any good
You know you’ve got a keeper if they can make it through the home movies!
so alike
I was a little slow to get this one, too!
Way, way cuter than Stedman.
I say write away. Exes exist for one reason and one reason only: to provide us writers with ample fodder for many a quirky slice of life story. Mine (Jewish bigot ex- more about him here: http://theoriginalblowersdaugtr.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-i-could-not-resist.html) is no doubt still reeling from his foray into my written world.
I trust you will share once you’re done.
Bragging is good. So is peanut butter in jelly, although I can’t get Chris to even stand in the same room as peanut butter. Yet.
i think you just gave him a reason to do a little happy dance on the inside
but he’ll never admit it. Men, gotta love ‘em.
Us men don’t like to be plastered on the internet. A photo, okay, but not plastered. Oh, you didn’t mean it that way.
haha for a moment I also thought he was the ex.
congrats
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