This is Hamburger, my imaginary boyfriend. Okay, he’s not really imaginary. It’s just that not many people have met him. I believe Mackenzie gave him the name imaginary boyfriend. Then she finally met him. Now she just calls him Mitch.
This picture is a few years old, but he still looks like that. Red goatee, not much hair under the ball cap, hence the hat that is almost always on his head when he is in the sun. We were at the yearly family reunion, floating down the Deschutes River…in fact, in a few months, we will most likely be right there in that river. The fish may or may not be there. And if you were wondering, Hamburger practices catch and release.
He’s real and not a figment of your imagination? LOL
He’s cute!! Love the goatee.
Nice to have another image of him other than of a hamburger.
You two crack me up! Lisa, you’ll just have to stop by the next time you’re in the neighborhood and see for yourself. Then we can go to Starbucks and talk about all the same books we read.
I am with Girasoli: He doesn’t like anything like a hamburger!! I love both of your nicknames.
Hi IB!