Him: I was reading your blog today….
Me: <blank stare>
Him: You know, looking for your birthday wish list….
Me: <waiting for it>
Me: … Yes…?
Him: You seem to write a lot about your frustrations with me! A lot!
Me: Yes. I do.
Him: You make me sound like Hitler! All I need is a mustache! <plays with imaginary mustache>
Him: Can you please do a post about the awesome things I do? Like when I bring you lunch because you’re too busy to leave your office or brush your teeth or go pee, or when I bring you ice cream because you’re have a really bad day at work (ed note: really really bad day), or that I’m, you know, awesome?
Me: Absolutely! You know my blog’s about me and my experience, right, not necessarily objective reality?
Him: Yea. But did I mention I come across like Hitler?
Me: My readers get it, but yes, I’ll tell them how awesome you are. Because you are.
Him: Thanks. So, about the mustache….