My husband is fine with my blog. Sometimes he reads, sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’ll read something, because I specifically told him to. He understands that writing things down in any form is how I get it out of my head. For Mother’s Day, he got me a great coffee mug that said “Mommy Blogger.” For Father’s Day, I got him one that said “Blog Fodder.” (Get it? Father… Fodder? I thought it was funny)
Last night we were at our computers. We started talking about something, and I guess he put his foot in it. All of a sudden he starts talking faster and faster, and louder and louder, and I’m remaining silent (and my mouth open.) His finale was “FINE! I LOVE YOU OKAY???? I LOVE YOU, THAT’S IT! I’M DONE… Oh My God this is blog fodder isn’t it?”
And while I cannot for the life of me remember what we were arguing about… I’ll remember that moment.
That is so freaking cute
My husband is extra careful with what he says now. I just have to give him a look and he KNOWS I am blogging or Twittering his stupidity.