Those Guys Who Hang Around All the Time

I am severely disappointed in Skye... but not for taking so long to post. I would never be disappointed in her for that (at least not in the near future, since I transgressed in the same manner recently myself). No, I am disappointed because her Significant Other, Craig, did not get a cute internet blog name from her. Come on now, people. We're better than that.

My own significant other was known for a long period on my personal blog as That Guy I Married, until one day his sense of humor suddenly shriveled up and died and he insisted that referring to him as That Guy I Married was rude, and so I had to cut it out. I haven't come up with a suitable replacement yet.

Perhaps we need a vote. I propose that Skye and I each submit several names for our readership's consideration as to what we shall call our significant others. The readership (are there more than one of you? Hi Bryn.) could then vote. I, of course, give Skye veto power, as this has the potential to be one of those cheesy ideas that sounds good in my head, but, in practice, kind of sucks.

As I have nothing left of substance to say, here is my favorite page out of the book I wrote (and illustrated, although not well) for my 5-year-old niece for Christmas:


(I kind of feel like I'm smearing fingerpaints all over this blog whenever I post. Cheehee.)