"The Husband"

"So, have you updated your blog lately?" asks the husband.

"Nope, haven't really been feeling particularily inspired lately." answers the wife to her husband.

"Hm." says the husband in his suggestive, I-am-trying-to-ask-or-tell-you-something, tone.

"Why?" asks the wife, giving in to the husbands little tone-suggestion game.

"Just wondering." says the husband with a dramatic pause. Then exclaims, "You never write about me in your blog! I mean, it's suppose to be about your life, right? Don't you think you should mention me? Aren't I a part of your life? Aren't I?!?!?!" says the husband, answering his question for himself and obviously feeling a little bit sorry for himself.

At this point, the wife pauses before answering the question that has already been answered.

"My blog is about me and my life. You're right. And no, I haven't written about you much. I refer to you from time to time, but have never really talked about you. You're a part of my life but you are not ME. The blog is about ME. My thoughts, my feelings, my experiences." said the wife in a, duh!-you-dum-ass tone.

The husband listened to the wife and said nothing. The silence was deafening.

So.....

My husband is Lee.
Lee is a plumber/gasfitter/steamfitter.
Lee is awesome.
Lee is funny.
Lee is perfect.
Lee is an amazing father to our children.
Lee has a great sense of humour.
Lee is handsome.
Lee is adventurous.
Lee likes to party, in the father-of-three sort of way.
Lee is loved very much.
Lee is part of my life, and I am really grateful for him.

You hear that Lee? Let's just see how much you really do read my blog - MY blog - about ME.

Just saying.