It seems I’ve neglected to introduce you to FringeMan. It’s because there’s just so much to say that I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve been told by some that I use too many words, so they opt to enjoy my pictures. For them I’ll use pictures to tell our story. If you think I’m living on the fringe, you ain’t seen nothin yet! That’s FringeMan language. He ran into an old
I’m a lover not a fighter, except for about one week per month. Even during that dreadful week of hormonal upheaval (and I do mean DREADFUL…imagine tiny droplets of blood dripping from the R, A, & F), I LOVE my husband. I do not wish him bodily harm for my personal gain, nor do I consciously plot to eliminate him at my earliest possible convenience.