I bet your husband doesn’t make a recording of it, like mine does.
Tag: over the edge
MY. HUSBAND. IS. BLOGGING.
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:
“good” ideas ArachnidAdam Babies bad ideas banned in Boston Birds Butch at the dump call 91 and then wait to see what happens Captain BananasChildren Children are kind of terrible Christmas Clean Costumes cut them Dead demons did the house blow up? Dirty Dog names don’t shop fartsFatherhood fine art frozen kids Fuck Maine Geeks Geese Gift givinggifts Gin Halloween Ham Hem! Hot I am a Jerk I am a terrible father ice pops I hate it Irene makes things better I sweat when I eat Jeans kids will kill me kittens Locked out of the car by the dog lollipops MaineMarriage mole Mother Motherfucking Maine Mouse My children are geeksNovember Patrick Swayze poop Poopy Pants popcorn Princess ScreamypantsRaccoons Sadness Self delusion Self help Shirts snacks Spiderman Summersweater of shame The environment is terrible this is not Throat ripping outtricked into not looking like a hobotubby Turkey sucks Witness Protection for Parents
Yeah, that sounds about right.Oh, man. 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
Over!! The!!! Edge!!!!!!
I can’t tell you how delighted I am to announce that my husband’s new job includes his very own weekly newspaper column! Some of his favorites will be reprinted on his blog. Today, you can find out why I married him: because no other man can write about The Ratpocalypse quite like this.
***swoon***