The Trouble With Blogging
This week I spent several days on a fishing trip with some old fraternity brothers…really old fraternity brothers. This is a real good group and it is always fun chatting up old times and getting caught up in what has been happening to each other. Except when it comes to stories and news, I got nothing.
“You guys would not believe what a nut my wife can be. A couple of weeks ago she left a muffin on the table and it was…”
“We know, hidden by a towel, we read the blog.”
“So went on a cruise to Bermuda and at dinner…”
“We know, you met this asshole from ‘The Pacific Northwest.’ We read the blog.”
“Did you hear about the trip I took to Coast Rica? My brother…”
“YES! You, your brother, his son and your son caught like 100 sailfish. We read your blog!”
“What about our cruise to…”
“MEXICO AND KEY WEST…We read your blog!”
“What about the starbursts?”
“My wife’s handwriting?”
“The car accident?”
“Faulty backup camera…we read your blog for crispy sake!”
I hate this. I got nothing. I need to stop this blog, or get friends who can’t read.