Man this is hard. When your life is as boring as mine, posting daily is a lofty goal. Which is why I typically don't do it.
I want my posts to matter. If not to anyone else, at least to me. I want them to have some sort of substance. Which this one won't. At all.
I knew taking on this daily posting challenge was going to be difficult, because I rarely have enough material to post once a week, let alone every. single. day. But I had been in such a blogging slump on my personal blog lately and I had to snap out of it.
Go big or go home, right?
Tonight I had nothing. No pictures to post. No words of wisdom. No funny Claireisms. I didn't even have the desire to fake it. But a promise is a promise, so I headed into the office to post.
I found my husband on the computer and the wheels started turning. I would log into my blog and hand over the reigns; let him run wild. He could write about anything his little heart desired. But I would leave the room of course so he could transform it into a why-I-adore-my-wife-so-much post. And then I would log on and act surprised and read it and weep a little. It was the perfect plan.
So I presented it to him.
He laughed.
And now you're stuck with this.
6 comments:
Yet another example of why our Husbands would be friends. :)
Hey there Lady!!!
I just want to say thank you for your sweet comment on my neglected blog. I have taken a bit of a vacay from it and have been a tad consumed with the triathalon deal. You know what i mean!Anyways, I think you are RAD. Good for you on the daily posts. I have one week left of summer and then my whole world changes. I'll post this week on it. Love to you. Thank you for checking on me. You rock! Hope the kiddo is better. Barf.... no bueno.
you crack me up, even when you're "not" being funny! and, yes, the scrub works (just 50:50 borax and grated dr. bronner's (or some other fabulous bar of soap i imagine) and a little scrubby pad). I use it on my sinks, tub and shower and to clean the toilet (inside, rather than the squirty stuff) clean as a whistle and smells fresh as a daisy. no chemical. i would, however, probably add in a little bleach to the toilet now and again.... i'm not THAT green ;-)
At least once/week I find myself telling my husband that HE is the one who should have the blog. He was WAY more things to write about, and he is WAY funnier than I. But then I realize that if he did, he'd make me do all the writing for him, so maybe I should be happy he doesn't blog.
So, yeah. No chance of my husband ever filling in for me, either. Guess we're on our own, Amber.
p.s. I hate spelling mistakes. Forgive me.
Ha! Ha! I love your plan. Tell your hubby we are eagerly awaiting his I-love-my-perfect-wife post!
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