FLETCH

My love for anything NASCAR runs deep, and my love for Mountain Dew is legendary. Now, I’m a recovering addict…again. “Back when I was a kid” is being uttered more and more the more trips around the sun I make, and a good doughnut will make the crappiest day better. I’m dad to Moriah, husband to Ruthanna, follower of Christ, and the guy who didn’t think through the decision of letting the once 30-pound German Shepherd puppy (those cute little eyes!) sleep on the bed every night. 80 pounds now. Worst decision of my life.

RUTHANNA

I think I’m now designated as the official “Fletch supervisor.” Wish me luck on that. Between him, our daughter, Moriah, our dog, Gretchen, our two silly cats, our daughter’s pet SPIDER, and the general craziness of life, I’m usually running on coffee, Jesus, and fumes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. So bring on the orphaned opossums–they magically find me every spring– the local theater productions, the skinned knees and boo-boos, the homeschooling, and the 3:30 am alarm. What’s that meme that goes around? “My ducks aren’t in a row. I don’t have ducks. I have squirrels, and they’re at a rave.” Yup. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.