Because:
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.
Ciao!
Fresh Air and Sarcasm 
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