Family and the Blog

I’m finding a funny thing about writing a daily blog that my family reads: many stories I would tell my family about my life since the last time they saw me, they’ve already read here.

Trying to make conversation can be awkward.

“Interesting thing happened to me yesterday: this guy approached me in the Walmart parking lot . . .”

“Yeah, I read that in your blog.”

“I took my son to a comic book shop last week . . .”

“That was funny when I read it on your blog.”

“Man, I tell you, it’s been hot down here lately . . .”

“I know. I read your complaint about it in your blog.”

Fortunately, and ironically, my wife doesn’t read my blog. All my recent stories are unknown to my wife until I verbally tell her. It’s funny when she asks me about something and I can say, “If you read my blog, you’d know.” If she read my blog, I’d have little to talk about at the dinner table.

If she read my blog, she’d see this note that I love her, and I’ve missed her over the past few days. <insert big hug and kiss> (We’ve been seperated for a few days, with her at home with our boys and me in my hometown with my mom.)

But, she’ll never see this [virtual] public display of affection. This’ll just be a little secret between me and all of you.

Bullgrit
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