It has nothing to do with this gal . . .
. . . although let’s pause for a second to welcome the 16-year-old boys who just found this blog by mistake. What’s up, dudes?
No, my wife and I chose “Reese” for two reasons.
One, that’s the name of the building where we first met — Reese Phifer Hall at the University of Alabama. Check it out:
If I had any sense of staging, I would have asked her out on the front steps between those Doric columns. But, alas, I did not have any sense. So I choose a dim-lit fire exit around the side.
The second reason we selected “Reese” is because of these:
In college, my wife had a jar of these in her kitchen. I believe they were there for decoration. But little did she know she was dating THE WORLD’S BIGGEST FAN OF CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER CANDIES. And so I ate them. All of them. And every time I came back over, I found the jar had been magically refilled, as if replenished by some other-worldly life force.
Also, this is how I got fat.
TOMORROW: The name we chose for a boy.