It seems my husband’s phone lit up yesterday after I published my post about cleaning out the garage. He asked me what I’d written when he returned home.
Asked me, because he doesn’t read my blog. He subscribes by email, but he doesn’t read past the blurb.
“It’s too much trouble to log in and everything,” he said.
“Click,” I responded. “All you have to do is click.”
This isn’t the first time this has happened, and let me say, I’m really flattered that so many of his friends are readers. But he should be reading it, too, if for no other reason than to know why the rolling pin is coming at him when he walks in the door.
So I’m giving him one more chance to see what I’ve disclosed to countless others. Here, in one easy list, are all the recent blog posts in which he figures prominently, so he will know that his friends know:
- His idea of a “Honey, I’m home” gift is ugly, free logo wear.
- He once nearly bought me a retired sled dog team.
- We have different approaches to discipline.
- He fat-fingered the pass code on the TV.
- He leaves the heavy-lifting to me when it comes to controversial topics.
- I featured him in a haiku (Can’t even read a haiku! How lazy can you get?)
- And of course, from this post, that he never reads beyond the first line of an email. But they probably knew that already.
So there you are, dearest. Now you can catch up. All you have to do is click. See you tonight.