The other day while my husband was on his computer, I heard laughter coming from within the dung heap he calls his office. Hmmm, I thought hopefully, I wonder if he’s reading my blog?
No. He was watching this.
Shortly thereafter came a series of raspy guffaws, the unstoppable, bladder-weakening kind he normally reserves for Mystery Science Theater 3000 or the mention of "pork" in any context. Okay, maybe now he’s reading my blog?
Nope. He was watching this.
This went on for a while.
(20 minutes later)
Me: Did you read my blog?
Him: No, I didn’t have time.
Interesting. For that, I shall deduct 100 points from last night’s Scrabble score and…there. I win.