The hunt against Red in October

Cory said that all he wants for his 40th birthday (which is quickly approaching) is for the Rockies to win the World Series. At the moment they are several runs behind the Red Sox in game one, and he has already mentioned that "It's not over 'til the fat lady sings." I toyed with the idea of bursting into song, but then Sam asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" We shot each other a quizzical look but concluded that opera was involved somehow, though we've never been to an opera so we can't say for sure. Anyway, the mood in Colorado has become electric during the Rockies amazing winning streak, and Cory has morphed into a version of his former 11-year-old baseball obsessed self. It's almost like being married to Tom Hanks from "Big", only it's the opposite.

He called me earlier today to invite me to have lunch with him. I always accept these invitations, so I met him in front of a restaurant. Only when I pulled up and saw him waiting, I had to stop and laugh before the focus to park correctly would return. Someone at work had brought purple hair spray to work, and Cory got half the can. My husband, the professional CPA certified accountant was not only wearing his Rockies jersey to work but he had sprayed his hair purple in support of the big game tonight. My husband. Purple hair. And not for Barney tryouts.

And that's why he's the fun parent.