June 22, 2006

GBJW

My fantastic husband doesn’t really understand why I blog. He doesn’t even call it “blogging” he thinks I’m logging when I’m on the computer rapidly typing away. At first I laughed at him because I pictured a lumberjack in flannel and I thought, “He thinks I’m logging? Good Lord, he’s not so bright!” Then I was later informed that it was logging as in “logging in” to various internet sites and posting my comments in a forum. He’s not that far off. Blog walking is what comes to mind when I think of the whole log in and comment thing.

The other day, he was on the computer skimming my other blog. He had heard me talking about the Queen of Spain’s blog and all her garden pictures. That day he decided to read her blog. To my surprise he found this entry. Go on read it. You have to if you want to understand the rest of my story. And make sure you read my comment to the Queen. It’s rather funny.

Did you read it? Are we ready to continue? Yes? Okay!

It has now become GBJW in my house. The ‘W’ referring to week. Suddenly, this is all he wants to talk about. He absolutely adores the Queen of Spain now — and insists on reading her blog every day. I’m not sure I can handle this. My fear is that my dear Queen will give him other ideas for activities that I will have to participate in. But she wouldn’t do that, would she? Oh yes. She would. The girl is a rockin’ momma and has plenty of courage to speak her mind. Even if it’s an elicit topic like blow jobs. If my mother is reading this, you can bet I will be receiving a telephone call saying Catholic girls don’t talk about blow jobs — let alone WRITE about them. I think I’m in trouble. I guess I’ll just have to find away to keep my mouth shut.

Oh. My. God. I’m. So. Bad.

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