The spouse doesn’t read my blog. I’m not sure if it’s because he isn’t interested or if it’s just that his technological skills haven’t advanced enough for him to be able to find it. I expect, though, that he just prefers to be in denial. So, last week he saw me chuckling at my computer screen and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I wrote about your ear wax and I’m reading the comments from the readers.” I innocently replied.
“Well, THANK YOU for sharing my issues with the world.” (If we had a sarcasm font, that sentence would be in sarcasm bold!) But, I like the idea that he believes that people the world over are waiting breathlessly to read my words.
Yesterday I told him I was going to write about his weekend project…I am not making this up; he says he is going to “organize my rock piles.”
“If your life is so uninteresting that you have to write about mine,” he tells me, “maybe you shouldn’t be writing a blog.”
Damn, I hate it when he’s right!