Quick! Everybody hide!
No, wait! Everybody look busy!
No, no, no . . . everybody look interested!
My husband asked me for my blog address today. He's already found our family blog and now he's on his way over here.
He's never just popped in on me like this before. He's never even dropped by. He's never even read anything I've written before (well, once he started a story but got side tracked and never got back to it.) So why now?
Do you think he's checking up on me?
Does my hair look okay?
Does this font make me look fat?
What! Does! He! Want!?
I got all flustered when he said he was coming and I did something really embarrassing. Something I haven't done since Valentines day in high school when I sent myself 5 roses and 18 pink heart shaped cookies so everyone in my algebra-for-crash-test-dummies class would think someone loved me.
I'm so ashamed of myself. It's not like I have anything to prove ! Just because I've been telling him for years and years and years, I CAN WRITE! I PROMISE I CAN DO THIS!
But I cracked and I started following myself from all my other blogs. See that girl, with the brown hair? The who-cares-if-my-husband-drops-by-and-I-only-have-4-followers looking girl? That's me! And now my kids are following me too (which they should, I AM their mother, after all). And I even created blogs just so I could follow myself and now I 'm going to break into every one of my loved one's blogs and make them follow me too.
Can I help it if it's a blog eat blog world?
But do you think he'll notice?
And if I could follow myself, I would, but . . . wait . . . hey, I'm following myself now!
I feel so . . . dirty!
(But I just want to be loved, is that so wrong?)