"i have a confession to make."
but then i realized that it wasn't really a confession.
so i looked to my sister to help me figure out what the correct word would be.
so...
i have a tattling to make.
my husband reads your blog. 
yes. yours.
if there is a link to your blog on mine, or if there is a link to your blog from a blog that is linked to mine, then he reads your blog. if you are related to him, then he reads your blog. if you knew him in college, then he reads your blog. if you went on a date with him once, then he reads your blog. he is the original blog stalker. why? because he NEVER comments. no one knows he's out there, lurking around the corner, waiting for you to post something new. but trust me, he's there.
phew! i feel so much better having confessed...i mean, tattled!



5 comments:
Nothing like getting some tattling off your chest!!
And really, I am so honored to know he reads my blog! :)
poor jug...BUS-TED!
Ummm, I don't want to hear it. (that's what I tell my kids when they tattle.) But really, it's good to know. Now I can put a face with the cyber-restraining order.
Outing your husband -- I love it!
I bet he's been ENTHRALLED by my Twilight posts. But he probably keeps coming back for the bacon. They all do...
Okay, now I'm really mad. Your husband doesn't even read my blog because I'm not even on your sidebar.
I don't want those magnets anymore!!!!
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