I watched Happy Days.
I loved Happy Days.
I loved Chachi and Joanie,
And I always had a bit of a crush on Richie Cunningham.
I was never a Fonzie kind of gal.
Don't get me wrong, I thought he was cool, but I knew I wasn't one to come running when fingers were snapped.
I loved that Richie was so good hearted.
The Agronomist is a mix of The Fonz (minus the finger snapping) and Richie Cunningham.
He doesn't wear a leather jacket.
But he could.
He could with ease.
Hmm... The Agronomist... in a leather jacket...
What was I talking about?
I loved the hustle and bustle of Mrs. Cunningham's house.
Everyone was always slamming that door, coming and going.
Mrs. Cunningham was always feeding Ralph and Potsie,
and I remember thinking I wanted to have a household like that.
A hub for my kids and their friends.
A place to eat, hang out and feel comfortable.
This past Sunday,
I had a taste of my own Happy Days episode.
My eldest daughter invited over three classmates for the afternoon to work on a school project.
And her sister also had over a friend.
They did not need the constant feeding as I imagine boys the same age would require.
But the house was full of much laughter, lots of doors opening and closing, and batches of popcorn and lemonade.
I loved it.
I was feeling my Marion within.
I kept calling The Agronomist Howard by accident.
Plus they came back again yesterday to finish up their project.
I was able to feed them this time, likely not quite a la Mrs. Cunningham,
but I did provide some amazing treats I spent hours slaving over!
I just need to find one of those cute little retro aprons,
put my hair up and find a lettered sweater for The Agronomist to fully live the daydream of my youth.
Or?... Maybe? That should be a leather jacket after all?
Thanks girls for being such wonderful guests. (PS they don't always dress like this... I'm not sure what happened?)
I hope you always know the door at Bungalow'56 is open, and you are always Welcome.
I am thrilled to be living my very own version of