My beloved future ex-wife (aka Plaintiff). Yes, we’re currently happily married, but a guy can dream. I hope to eventually forget her name and just refer to her as the Plaintiff…
My eldest daughter – Moose. Tall, slender, beautiful, witty, charming, lovely, funny, sarcastic and moody.
My middle daughter – JJ, The Mother To Be of Her Highness the Crown Princess of the Family, who is as of yet unnamed. Almost as tall as the eldest, but just as slender, beautiful, witty, charming, lovely, funny, sarcastic and moody as the eldest.
My youngest daughter – Ooga-Booga. Not so tall, but equally slender, beautiful, witty, charming, lovely, funny, sarcastic and moody as her two siblings. If anything, she may be a tad bit more sarcastic than her siblings. The hair color on her drivers license is a spin the wheel selector….
Boy – To save me the hassle of learning all the different names, they are simply referred to as Boy. If they’ve make it past the 1 or 2 year mark, I try to remember their name.. It helps if they fish or hunt.
Of course there is the Original Gma. She’s the source of the sarcastic wit that runs through our veins… she’s also the source for a lot of the love and blessings that happen in our lives.
Almost forgot – there’s me. A loving, caring, thoughtful, wonderful, attentive devoted husband. We can refer to me as “Original Victim”, “The Defendant”, “Poor guy”, or a variety of other words. I’m the sole island of Testosterone in a Sea of Estrogen. Original Gma tells me that I can find Sympathy in the dictionary right there between Sh^t and Syphilis.
Grandpa Boltz
Oh, Michael, Michael, Michael, how delusional you are! You the “poor” guy? I think it’s Suz and your girls the “poor” who have had to put up with you all these years, not to mention those of us who knew you when! LOL!