Well, well, well…who do we have here?
Hoss and Weasel, you say?
Who the heck are they?
Let me tell you about it while I grab a beer. Just kidding, I don’t drink.
When my twin sister and I were little, we were nicknamed Hoss and Weasel but not one family member can tell us why.
Per the dictionary, a hoss is a horse. Which I find quite rude to call someone. You talking bout size? How dare you! But I do like horses; they are one of my favorite animals. Soft with a face full of whiskers, strong, and adept at sensing emotions. My sister is all of that, minus the whiskers.
And the weasel. Those sneaky little buggers. Slinky creatures who kill more prey than they can eat- sounds greedy to me. If I think back to my childhood, I may have been sneaky once or twice and may have had eyes bigger than my stomach. Not so much as an adult.
I’ve always dreamed about utilizing this weird combination as a business name or, what do you know, a blog! Over a year of ruminating on how, when, and what to write about, and all the ins and outs of blogging, I’ve finally done it. It’s such a great feeling to accomplish this step.
So let’s get to it!
– Weasel
Hoss & Weasel 