The Hubby was nicknamed “Mr T” (Mr Thypolar) by my good blogging buddy Ranndomized.
For all of my “invisible friends” (and imaginary ones too) who haven’t figured it out, Mr. T is Hackingvegas (yes hon, I’ll admit that I know ya). Most of his posts are written on his phone while in his cab (he’s a cab driver, duh), and I have invested a lot of time giving him shit about it (it’s just so easy to do!)
The Asylum admission report: Mr. T suffers from a serious case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and in his attempt to take control of life’s unpredictable moments, he enters a delusional state as a travel agent. He considers all of life’s bumps little “adventures”, and is constantly trying to get me to buy in to his delusions and embark on said “adventures” with him. I believe he is slipping some crazy sauce in my drinks whenever the opportunity arises. He denies ALL allegations.