On Saturday, I went to the Badger football game with Lora. Despite the awful performance on the field, Lora and I had a lovely time (except the part where the heat in her car runs constantly, again, let's all be thankful for deodorant and cooler temperatures).
Pete, the best husband around, was supportive of this activity. In fact, so supportive that he not only stayed home with our kids, but also watched Lora's sweet daughter Claire for the day. Claire is just a few months younger than Harry, but equally as bossy. It was a match made in heaven. Or Rosenberry, 6th floor Chadbourne, circa 1992.
I think they might be married. At least Lora says they are. But you can't always believe someone who buys meatball cars and drives a bright blue PT Cruiser while waiting for delivery.