The man whom I married over a decade ago.
The man who I trust with my life.
The man who would rush into a burning house to save your life.
The man I call baby daddy.
Well, he's inane.
While I was spending my weekend with a sick child and sobbing for my nephew, he was out in the wilderness like some homeless person, having a good time.
Turns out he's not the only insane one though....
There's a whole group of them that enjoy playing homeless.
I mean, can you honestly imagine backpacking into the wilderness, WHILST IT'S SNOWING?
But I can appreciate that my husband is a manly man, and definitely no pansy.
Oh, and insane.