Well, I just up and changed this here blarg name to Super Mon & Wolverine. I think it has a better ring than Super Mon & Steve. Because that sounds like Steve is my sidekick versus his own unique, super hero. I am aware that the name Wolverine exists in other forms in the super hero universe, but when my Wolverine is sporting the beard and the long hair as he is wont to do in winter, he does look quite Wolverine-ish, don’t you think?
Poor Wolverine. I just go and do all kinds of stuff without telling him about it. It’s not that I am trying to be a disrespectful partner to my one and only hairy love, but I get really excited about an idea, and then I just kind of take off with it. Like the book club for hotties. I mentioned that I wanted to start a book club. He was all for it, and I was like “Great! 20 people are coming over Saturday. Can you clean the basement?” This is what I’m talking about. Wolverine needs to plan things out, and I like to drop bombs. We might need to think about strategizing so we stay married. In any case, I also like giving people names other than the ones their mom’s gave them. Just ask, I’ll come up with a new name for you too.
Wolverine did give me his seal of approval to change his name, BTW. I checked afterward. He is used to me by now, I guess, because he thinks it’s kind of funny that I go and change his name every 5 minutes. Hey! He used to be Kermit in my other blog world, which is so fitting, in it’s own way. But that was then, and this is now. We changed blogs and moved away from Mme Piggy and her green lover. Now, we’re more of the dynamic duo working together, instead of the pig chasing the frog. We’re in league with each other. We go together. Like peanut butter and jelly. Me and Wolverine.