I really tried to resist this post, but for whatever reason my keyboard punchin' fingers just wouldn't let me do it, even though it may cause a little stir in my household. Honestly, I think it all stems from the fact that my wife is currently carrying our first child and she is downright goofy (I think I'm rubbing off on her). Take for instance the following:

One gloomy day, with the air crisp as a cracker...er, nevermind the coloful description. We were headed from Kentucky to North Carolina when we happened to pass by a large white structure that somewhat resembled a greenhouse and Sarah promptly asked what it was. Not having my book entitled "Point to anything and ask me what it is" in my back pocket, I decided to have a little fun.

For those of you that know my wife Sarah, having a little fun is quite easy since she is the most gullible person I/we've ever met. After all, I did somehow convince her to marry me.

Anyways, I responded with the following, "Oh, that's the National Research Center for UFOs". Thinking she would catch the sarcasm, she promptly responded "Are you serious?". Since I "was" I proceeded to tell her even more outlandish stories on the topic, all of which she believed. Take into account the fact that Sarah, my lovely wife, doesn't even believe in UFOs or the possibility of life outside of this planet, it becomes even funnier.

Or how about the time, she was talking to me about patio furniture and was going on and on about how she really wanted this "iron wrought" set she saw online for our new house. Now sure, it was a simple mistake, so I asked "do you mean wrought iron?" as I chuckled. It was just funny because she really seemed passionate about this patio furniture and must have said "iron wrought" about 10 times. Not laughing yet? That's fine, because I'm just now getting to the punch line. Upon me asking, "Do you mean wrought iron" she looks at me with a slightly disgusted expression and says rather loudly "Wrought-ever"! At that instant, just as I am right now, I erupted with laughter. My poor wife goes on a rant of calling her favorite set of patio furniture "iron wrought" and then when I correct her, she yells out "Wrought-ever" instead of whatever and up until today, this was the funniest thing I've heard her say or seen her do. It truly is one for the ages...

But now for the goods. Again, maybe it's just me and knowing the dynamic of mine and my wife's relationship, but seeing her in this picture was just classic. All 4'10.5" of her draped in a heavy leather crotch rocket jacket, wearing a helmet that's bigger than her torso, all while showing the world the beginnings of a beautiful baby boy/girl. I couldn't help but smile and laugh...and call her wanting to see a state issued copy of her birth certificate based on the fact that she looks like she's 12 year old in this picture. So without further ado...Here's it is. Enjoy!

Until next time, keep on taggin'.