Last night I had the privilege of having dinner with Crouton Boy. (You may also know him from Dad Centric or Draft Day Suit, am I forgetting any?) We had a really good time. It is amazing how comfortable you can be with a complete stranger just because you read their blog everyday.
If you like Cheeky’s Hideaway you would love Crouton Boy, and yes I am just going to keep calling him that because even though I (and probably most of you) know his real name, I don’t know what the etiquette is on using it, so just suck it up.
I don’t know what happened in this picture. We’re really both much thinner in person.
We talked about music and kids and football (and fantasy football) and you guys. At some point we actually wondered if it was creepy that we were talking about you as if we knew you. I mean – I guess we have met some of you, but maybe the fact that neither of us have a very good grip on who we actually know is part of why we both love fantasy football so much.
He was amazed when I told him that I actually own the Jordy CD. So I took this picture this morning as proof. It’s real. Even if I knew how to use Photoshop (which I don’t) I would most likely not include my own hand in the picture.
So now that you know I really own Jordy, you probably aren’t interested in meeting me, but if you get a chance you should meet Crouton Boy. He is great, and he didn’t kill me OR MetroDad so you should be safe too. (Unless the who law of averages thing gets to you.)