Everyone (ok, not everyone, but a few people) have been nagging me to start my own blog. Ta-da!
First, let's explain the whole 'HoodChick' thing. I really didn't expect it to stick but it has so I'm just going with it. My husband (who will be referred to as Captain Clueless) and I were both teens in the eighties. He was into sports and cars and sports. I, on the other hand, was into pegged pants, bandanas, jean jackets, smoking in the bathroom - you know, one of the cool kids - also referred to as Hoods back in the day. When I'm rockin to some 80's music or having a really bad hair day Cpt Clueless likes to sneer and say things like 'God, you're such a hood chick!'
I don't mind, because I was bad-ass and he was a dork. It's a good thing we met in the late 90's because in high school I would've been way too cool to hook up with him. We've been married 11 years and it still mystifies me at times.
I'll leave you with a Letterman fun-fact from last night (because when he said it I almost shot milk out my nose:) Despite years and years of scientific study, researchers still have not been able to determine why underwear is singular and underpants is plural.
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