Why having a blog is like having an affair

7 Nov


I wonder if anyone can love my blog as much as I do.  Answer, no.

I have gained weight by taking my laptop to quiet, out-of-the-way, restaurants.

I brush the Entenmann’s crumbs off my pajamas before blogging.

I lie to my spouse (“I’m paying bills,” “I’m writing a complaint letter to the USPS,” “I’m googling an image of the dog’s rash.”  I think I panicked on that last one- we don’t have a dog) so that he won’t know how often I blog.

I think about future posts while I am “with” my husband.  So far he hasn’t noticed; is that good?

It will end with one of us moving to Italy where she will live poor, but happily, and incredibly well fed.  If I had to guess, I’d say it will be me- a blog has no appreciation for rustic bread and fantastic wine.


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