To recap:
In "our" introductory entry to this co-blog, you incorporated the terms: meanie, gay (three times, not that there's anything wrong with that), and toodles. I don't think any of our readers face much of a challenge figuring out which of us is the husband on this team.
One of the crowning moments in my illustrious nonprofessional sporting career was returning an interception 90 yards for a touchdown. I was playing free safety for the Glee Club and was nearly chased down by a trombone player in the marching band.
Yeah, I'm the husband.
Toodles.
This is good information. I had thought after the first post that I had been mistaken long ago on a June day....
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