The Rainman Cometh... AKA. "What the hell was The Krissy smoking when she handed the reigns over to this schnook?"

Some of you fine folks may remember a little post from way back when, where your lovely hostess announced a new addition to the blog and warned you of the impending horror that may follow in the guise of her hubby (tormentor, long haired freak, the guy with the really big feet, he who shall not be named... or was that Voldemort?). Well I figured I'd drop in quickly and say hiya. So... uhhh... hiya. Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name?

I'll always be lurking around here and there, adding my $.02 as I feel the need ($.02 being all I can really afford... damn economy!). May or may not make many posts, but after checking with the Queen of the castle I have permission to go all willy nilly in here as I feel the need.

Play nice though folks... I'm like Santa in that I'm always watching... but I'm not even remotely as jolly, and I'll go medieval all up in this joint*.





*as long as The Krissy allows me

new addition to my blog

As you may or may not have noticed we have a new blogger at the world according to Krissy. My hubby, Rainman. This will still be my personal blog, but in case I need assistance, or for some reason cannot post, Rainman is now here to ensure I keep you thinking and entertained (at least that's what I hope I'm doing).

Thanks babe, I appreciate your help!

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled rant or such later tonight. Have a good day folks :)