100 Things Worth Doing: 76-100

Finishing up scenes I hope to see as my life flashes before my eyes, which started here, and here, and here. Go look at the original inspiration. Or better yet: write your own list. Numbers 76-100: 76. Solving an argument with water balloons 77. Picking wildflowers on the highway 78. Seeing the by-God-for-real Magna Carta 79. Bryan Adams on the Waffle House jukebox (And yes. I am just a little bit ashamed to admit this.) 80. Talking instead of doing homework when the power went out at my best friend Ginny's house 81. Making myself understood through grunting and finger gestures at a Sicilian fish market 82. The music of Styx, the greatest rock band of all time 83. Asking Giuia if I could hold her hand on our second date 84. Discovering that the cool, cool glass of the taxicab window was my new best friend after too many pre-wedding kamikazes 85. The surprise party my Bride through for my 30th birthday 86. Cooking canned chili and tinned biscuits in a cast iron skillet over the campfire 87. Our obnoxiously large Saint Bernard, Cleo 88. Losing my virginity 89. Building a porch with my step-father, two stories off the ground 90. Seeing a bear in the woods 91. Home-made pasta 92. Scotland in the summer 93. Chick-fil-a sandwiches 94. Pretty much anything from the Cracker Barrel menu 95. Squirmy's smile 96. Knocking down a wall in my very own house 97. Rolling down the grassy front of a giant earth dam 98. Drinking a well-deserved pint on the Aran islands with a table full of strangers 99. Picking strawberries with my grandparents 100. Couch forts
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How I know she's not the milkman's

Those things she's eating? Those are boiled peanuts. (or "juicy" peanuts, as they're known in our house.) Boiled for two days with enough salt to preserve a pickup-full of roadkill. You don't just pick up a love of those like the one she and I share. A love that caused her to run through the house salivating and squealling "wooooo hooooo!" when she discovered what was bubbling away in the big steel pot on the stove. That's all genetics, baby.
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