Oh, the internets just got a little Fisherier. My husband has been writing much longer than I have, and finally put together a blog featuring a bunch of the weekly columns he does for his paper. Gosh, if only someone had thought of this sooner, like years ago, like his wife or something! I’m crossing my fingers that he will continue to put up little vignettes like this one from the other night, in which we discover that our house is so weird and creepy that not even the guy who flipped his car in the snow after midnight wanted to hang out very long.
To give you a general idea of what kind of material he covers, here are his tags:
Yeah, that sounds about He’s blogging! He’s blogging! Now I just need to harass him to include a photo of his chiseled, handsome face with the long eyelashes and the cleft chin, so I won’t have to keep using this one:PIC drunken Irishman sitting on gunpowder barrel, man.