Have I mentioned that Y is re-building a car in our garage? Probably not, because I haven't mentioned much of anything lately.
One night recently we were hanging out in the garage -- Y was re-torquing the engine-motor-piston-crankometer (or something) and I was playing with the watercolors that kind of just fell into my basket at Target (you know how that goes, right?). We were listening to Taylor Swift and The Presidents of the United States of America.
Quick question: is there anyone out there that loves The Presidents of the United States of America as much as Y does? I think he might be their one remaining fan.
Anyway, our next door neighbors' teenage daughter was having a party, and Y walked outside to throw something away and discovered a puddle of human vomit on our driveway.
Something else you might not know about Y: he is one of million of people affected by EOG. Early Onset Grumpiness.
(Let's review the things we've learned about Y in this post: rebuilding a car, fan of mediocre 90s music, grump. Have I mentioned I like him a lot?)
All that to say that Y was not happy after discovering puke on our property. He went into full on GET OFF MY LAWN mode -- all while wearing mechanic coveralls with a name patch.
I've never been more proud. (I can't wait until D is old enough to be embarrassed.)