I’ve been in need of a change here in blogland. Something fresh to keep me on my toes and knock me out of a boring rut of regurgitating the same kinds of posts again and again.
If there’s one thing that’s fresh that also keeps me on my toes, it’s my husband—only I don’t mean fresh in that so fresh and so clean way. I mean fresh in the my jaw is on the floor and you need your mouth washed out with soap kind of way.
Still, no matter how much he horrifies me at times, I can’t help but laugh. I’m hoping you feel the same way. So without further ado, I’d like to introduce you to my husband and third child, Bad Dad.