Tough Love

I think my husband subscribes to the tough love philosophy.

For months (years?), he's been periodically pestering me to start my blog up again (I had a blog at one point, and it was pretty fun, but then I just . . . stopped posting). Well, it was totally impossible to use the same blog because the last time I posted anything was in October of 2010, and I couldn't just pick up where I left off. That would be so two years ago! Obviously, I had to create a new blog to signify the whole fresh-start thing before I could actually write a new post.

So I did--this one. And then every day for the next two weeks, I looked at my blog, thought Man, I really like the colors of this blog, had no idea what to write, and moved on to other things. Until tonight.

Tonight, I pulled up my blog and said to my husband, "Doesn't my blog just look so pretty?"

He replied, "No. It's empty" (The conversation is paraphrased, but it was basically along these lines.)

So I said, "Oh but doesn't it just look nice? I mean, it's looks real nice, right?"

Here comes the tough love: "Well sure, but it's worthless. You haven't posted anything." Ouch.

"Well . . . but . . . I . . . splutter, splutter, splutter." He had a valid point--I had no comeback. And then he confiscated my phone until he saw an actual post on my pretty-colored blog.

So here I am. Posting.