polka dot suitcase

So you know the story of the polka dot suitcase. And if you were really brave, you read about me. Here’s the deal on the peeps here at Chez Polka Dot. I’ll probably be talking about them from time to time, and to protect their super hero identities, these are their Special Code Names with which I’ll refer to them…

Big Fish. The hubby. The man behind the suitcase. My best pal and the patient man who has endured my oddball interests and the long hours I’ve spent building a career from nothing but words and ideas.

Sir Buffalo Sushi. This is what happens when you let a 10-year old choose his own code name. This is my oldest son. I’ll just refer to him as Sir, since the idea of buffalo sushi scares me.

Mister Steel. No, it’s not a reference to the 80′s television detective show. It’s a reference to my second son’s obsession with the Steelers. He was pushing for a more complicated code name, but I’m trying to make this easy on my aging brain.