Stewey and Stucky Stories

 Good morning, my name is Stewey.  That's not my real name, of course; my real name's Cassandra.  I've been known as Stewey ever since I was 7, and I went around the neighborhood collecting weeds, rocks, pinecones, and just about anything else from neighbors' yards, and mixed it all in a bucket with dirty rain water, and proudly presented my "stew" to my mother.  Ever since then, I've been Stewey.

My husband is Stucky, but his real name is Fred.  Apparently, he was driving all over town in his truck with a bunch of his baseball buddies in high school.  Fred got a nail in his tire, pulled off the road, and had to crawl under his truck to see the damage.  Fred was a pretty big guy, in fact, I think the guys were headed to an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet, and he got stuck.  His buddies, ever encouraging, stood around laughing, and chanting that Fred had gotten, "Stucky under his trucky."  The nickname stuck-no pun intended.

Shortly after high school, Stucky and I got married, and we live in a really small, really cute house in a really small and easy-to-miss town in the Midwest.  Our life together is not at all glamorous or exciting, but we are very happy and very much in love.  I will be sharing with you a few highlights of our home life as I am able.  I work full time at our local craft supply store, so I have limited time, but I will share some of our stories as I am able.