Blogtastic!

So here’s the deal, yo. About six months ago my husband and I packed up and moved our stuff and tiny neurotic dog from Michigan to Portland, OR. We got here and said, “What now?” I’ve got one of those pesky job things and all, but it certainly does not involve my doing anything I want to do for any extended period of time.

My husband has decided that we should perhaps try to self-publish a magazine incorporating his photography and my writing. Apparently I am funny. I have tried to tell him that only he and his mother think I am funny. He thinks this is not true. So I explained that I am out of practice and should probably exercise my writing chops before actually “publishing” anything even if it is self induced. Hence the blog.

However, my husband thinks blogs are totally lame and self-indulgent. I think so too on some level, but I need practice so he can suck it.

I promised never to mention him by name so he will forever be referred to as “Husband.” For my friends I will try to change names to protect the innocent. But I’m not making any promises.