I challenged my wife a few days ago when she was talking about
something she read on the Happy Husband. She had some song running
through her head and wanted to kill Curt or Smurfette for referencing
it (fyi: don’t call a blogger’s pregnant wife ‘Smurfette’ if you don’t
know the blogger. Also, never do it if you don’t personally know the
pregnant wife—I’m going out on a limb with this one then).
So there she sat, telling me about Curt’s post (which I had already
read) and I dared to ask her the loaded question: “You read Curt’s
site, eh?”
Not noticing how the questions extra baggage, she waxed poetic
as she started talking about how entertaining the site was and what a
quick read—perfect to look over when you have some down time. After, I
don’t know, an hour (I don’t know, it felt like a grueling eternity,
really) I said “You don’t read the Archive.”
Statement of fact…not a question. It was obvious. My wife, my
own wife, bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh—closer than a mother
or sister—doesn’t read my site.
Some excuse came stammering to her lips about long reads versus short
reads, about not having time to devote to intense spur of the moment
studies and then finally an exit statement about having to feed my
daughter.
I thought of asking my son if he would read the Archive but I
feared the rejection. “Sorry Daddy, I read only the magnet letters on
the fridge. And besides, every time you’ve organized them to spell
‘justification’ I thought you were just being funny.”
Them’s the breaks. Enjoy your upcoming Labor Day US. Go read something entertaining on MCF’s Blogparty.
-r-
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