If You Can't Find One, Raise One

We have a friend who likes to say when you can't find a wife, then you should just raise one. He IS a few years older than his wife (who was born the same year I got my driver's license). But isn't age just a number? Once you get beyond holding up your fingers, most people just don't give a shit about the actual number.

My husband is a lot few years older than me. Other than his gray hair and music taste, you'd never know. Well, and those conversations about our memory of Disney World opening in Florida. I was in Kindergarten. He was smoking pot and going to college.

So, this Monday Tuesday Tribute is for you, Mr. Strong.


The man who made this headboard with my step-father from an old door and two old columns. I love it! And the best part was hearing about the conversation you had to endure with dear, old dad. But he was right, wasn't he? The extra glue support from routing out the columns to snuggly fit the door in does keep it from wiggling.

Geez. What a conversation to have with your father-in-law.


And the same man who made this ridiculous cute little conversation starter of a table. I actually do think it is hilarious cool that you used to wear those colorful hightops.



Let's take a minute to appreciate the finer qualities of this unique tv stand made from old doors, glass shelving, and wood scraps from the garage. You are as cheap resourceful as you are creative.



And while I know it must frustrate humor you to have to deal with my lack of decorating sense, I was appalled that you'd get rid of a perfectly good traverse rod impressed by the funky curtain rod you made from bamboo cut from the neighbor's yard and random metal rings found in a bin at Home Depot.



And what an artist you would like to imagine you are! After drying the flowers and restringing several chandeliers, this piece made its presentation on our bedroom wall. Who wouldn't be impressed with the title, "Oh shit, it looks like rain. I think I'll have a drink."?




I've never really known how to keep from crying over what to say about this little duckling who stays on top of a column in our living room. It was a REAL duckling. And I thought Jews didn't stuff animals. Isn't it, like, not kosher? The poor, poor duckling. It is just creepy. In a cute kind of way.



One of the reasons I was suckered into dating you fell in love with you was the way loved your daughters. And when they expressed their feelings for you, I love that you framed it.




Thanks for being my biggest encourager. At the risk of sounding cheesy, you heal me.