The beloved husband is one of the most supportive people I know. He thinks I am wonderful (which I am) and compliments me on my accomplishments. However, I had a hard time getting him to read my blog.
At first, he read the articles before I posted. I wasn’t looking for an editor so I MADE him subscribe to my post. Seriously. MADE.
Unlike my brother, who at least said he wanted to read my blog but would lose my link (yeah, I made him subscribe too), the beloved husband just didn’t read them. He said it was chick lit light which is like a chick flick only um….worse.
He would also prefer if I didn’t blog about him. That won’t happen. He lives with me. Where can I get better material? I also know I can get him to read it if I tell him it’s about him.
I started to include guitar comments in my posts. That perked him up. My passion is to make him laugh and it takes more than a guitar comment. He doesn’t laugh easily. I can watch a TV show or a movie and really laugh out loud. He, on the other hand, cracks a smile. How about some gut-splitting laughs?
I am in search of the big hardy guffaws. I want people to made obscene noises while reading my blog. Go ahead! Spit on your computer or laptop or whatever. One reader commented that she squirted a drink out of her nose when she read my blog. Gotta love that!
Maybe men prefer more flatulence in their reads. I could use the word more. It would give me some Google hits.
Speaking of chick lit, I just finished my first Janet Evanovich novel. I must admit I did laugh out loud a lot (is that lolal?). Is that chick lit? It was full of monkeys and a fire-farter and some really odd relatives (more odd than mine). The beloved husband usually reads Baldacci, Connolly, DeMille, Grisham and he liked the trilogy by Stieg Larson. If there isn’t a murder in the first 50 pages, he is not happy. I should have him read about the monkeys and the fire-farter. It will help him grow and maybe have some hardy guffaws!