I fall more and more in love with Tara every time I write her. I started this storyline simply because I figured the two Fitzpatrick sisters talking while jogging would be more visually appealing than them having coffee. It then occurred to me, if Tara owned an expensive trendy jogging stroller of course she’d paint flames and racing stripes on it.

The main problem I had with this joke was I first imagined Tara as being a deliberate pickup artist. Drawing people in, to stroke her own ego, only to tell them she was married. Then I figured unless everybody are jerks and sociopaths, they’d take one look at the stroller and do the math.