What's Up with Mr. Hobbitfeet?

So after my last post, people wanted to know why my wonderful husband doesn't read this. The answer is: I don't know. I'd like to think it's some deeply psychological reason such as, if he reads these posts and learns what I am thinking, he'll know more about me than anybody else, one might say too much, and with all this knowledge his thoughts would become my thoughts and suddenly he'd become me. However, I think the real reason is: when he goes on the internet, he's so busy reading everything he can about baseball (so that his fantasy baseball teams will be unbeatable) that he doesn't have the time to do anything else.

I am not going to complain too much, he does a lot of the day-to-day crap that I hate to do, like cooking and the dishes, so that he doesn't have tons of time on the internet; and if he doesn't get around to reading what I write, I'll let it slide. Even if it is what I do for a living (if you could call it a living).

Isn't this the best picture of him? There was one better one but I know he'd murder me if I posted it. It's from our honeymoon and he's standing in front of the fort ruins on the Dry Tortugas (near Key West). The best part of that picture is that he spent so much time snorkeling sans sunblock that he's all sunburned on his face, back and sides, but his front was whiter than snow, and since he's in a bathing suit you get to see it all! It's awesome.

So I hope I've answered your questions.