This morning, my husband got up with a pout bigger than Angelina Jolie’s and wouldn’t speak to me at all. Upon my persistence, he asked me straightaway “Where’s your blog?”
And I told him I deleted it some days back because I just can’t keep up and I would prefer not to be a blogger at all than to be a bad blogger.
“It’s so bizzaire! To give up just like that!!“ His pout was filling up his face and he bossed me around to bring it back on saying if I didn’t feel like it now, it’s just a momentary phase.
I told him it’s embarrassing to return to something that I gave up and that people would laugh at my erratic behaviour and that maybe I can get myself a domain name and start there but he simply wouldn’t buy me, claiming he knew my tricks too well to believe it.
Thus on demand of my biggest fan who hardly or never reads my blog to begin with, I return like a batman!