Meet Jack

Jack is the name of my husband.

My husband's name is Jack.


It was a recent comment from blogger Rhonda at one of our favorite blogs (down-to-earth)-- see sidebar-- that made Jack squirm with obvious discomfort opened Jack's eyes to the fact that referring to him always as "J" leaves him in the uncomfortable and undefined category as Anonymous Spouse who might as well be greeted as "Mr Robbyn." Somehow that "Mr. Robbyn" jolted JACK out of his anonymity rut and he told me in no uncertain terms suggested I start putting his real name on the blog from now on.

Which is kind of funny because Jack is his nickname, and I'm not sure nicknames qualify as real names. But it's what I call him and he calls himself. It's just not what he signs on the back of his paychecks. But then again, Rasputin isn't that common a name. No no JUST KIDDING...his real name is not Rasputin!

(Or is it...? I know you're wondering now...)

Seriously I'd never admit it if it were it's really not.

All that to say that Jack wanted a basic introduction, and here it is. He is happy for you to know his name.

Feel free to say "Hi, Jack!" at any point now.



Except out loud at the airport...