A Blogger's Spouse

My husband has mixed feelings about my blogging, I think. He never reads what I write, but he often finds out. Frankly, if our roles were reversed, I'd be constantly checking to see what he may have written, just in case it was something I needed to be embarrassed about.

On the one hand, it seems to tickle him a little that I write something that other people read. Sometimes he's a little surprised at what a small world we live in when I tell him about some of the connections I've made with other bloggers. Mostly, though, he's pretty oblivious to the whole thing. (Literally. Most of the time when I'm writing my blog posts at 1 a.m., he's sound asleep, snoring right next to me.)

My husband is close to his sister Kathy. Whenever there aren't any sports to watch on TV and I fail to entertain him with my quilting, he'll call Kath and go over to visit or invite her to our house. They've been that way ever since he got his first apartment and moved out of his parents' home, and Kath was still in high school, looking for an excuse to get out of the house and find a good party.

I think my blogging has put a little kink in their relationship, though. While my husband is by no means the silent type, I don't think you could call him overly talkative. He'll talk for hours about sports, but day-to-day, polite conversation--not so much. For him, watching TV with someone else is a social activity. So, when he gets together with Kath, I think that much of his side of the conversation involves what's going on in our lives. And now, because I blog, Kath already knows!

In fact, SHE often tells HIM what we're up to. For instance, the other day, she told him he had messed up my freezer system. Now when he rearranged the freezer, I didn't tell him how he had messed things up. I suspect you don't stay married to someone for 27 years by telling him about every little thing he does wrong, especially when he's trying to do something good. And if you DO actually stay married under those circumstances, it's probably just because he hasn't quite figured out yet how to kill you and dispose of your body without anyone catching him.

So, never having even read my blog, he said he told Kath that about 50 percent of what I write is a lie. I won't get annoyed with him though--I figure it's just something he threw out there to give him deniability in case I write about something embarrassing. Kinda makes me wonder what he thinks I write, though. And it kinda makes me wonder if he's figured out that fabric doesn't really cost $2 a yard.