Call me Mr. M or call me Skippy Day, because this Halloween I went to work as my boss’s husband, Skip Montross. You know and love him, and today I was him. From the worn baseball cap to the distressed jeans and beaded man-bracelet, I embraced all the little details that go into making one Skip M. It coincided with the Boston Red Sox parade, so it was a win-win wardrobe situation. It also brings to mind all of our Boston adventures, so here’s a linky look back:
— BroSox Adventure 2014: No posts or links exist documenting this first foray into the #BroSoxAdventure, and it’s probably for the best.
— BroSox Adventure 2015: Part One, Part Two and Part Three. (Thus far, this was the only time we had a police encounter on any of our excursions, and it happened in Loudonville so it doesn’t really count.)
— BroSox Adventure 2016: Part One and Part Two – in which our hero installs an air conditioning unit while Alan looks on while sipping a gin and tonic, and no one wants to dance with somebody.
— BroSox Adventure 2017: Part One and Part Two – The year I spit beer onto the human beings in front of us at the Red Sox game. I’m still ashamed. And The Karate Kid.
— BroSox Adventure 2018: The Only Part – because I took the summer off from blogging and we went later this year than usual. It was still awesome. Skip planked, even if he didn’t mean to.
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