For the past few weeks, we’d be lying in bed and Karli would say something along the lines of “I wish you would get on this.” I—being the red-blooded man that I am—wouldn’t want to pass up on an invitation like that. Except I’d soon realize she was talking about Pinterest.
You thought it was going to be that kind of blog post, didn’t you. Don’t be creepy.
So I caved. I’m on the Pinterest now, at the behest of the carrier of my Sasquatch seed. Only, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m here, now what?
This is where I need the help of my handful of readers. Come find me on Pinterest if you’re there already and show me the way. Because otherwise I’m just drooling over pictures of food.