Diary of a SubUrban Housewife

The Look

I think you have to be a certain kind of person to share with countless unknown others the (sometimes intimate) details of your life by putting it out there on the world wide web.

I am that certain kind of person. I have be journalizing and blogging since 1999. Furthermore, I am married to that kind of person. Chuck has been journalizing and blogging since 1997.

Because we both blog, the foibles of one are always subject to public humiliation by the other.

There are times when we'll be having a discussion and one of us will get that "look" that says they're composing an entry about the situation at that very moment.

We had one such moment at dinner tonight.

The moment followed the discussion wherein I informed Chuck that Zoe is getting little breasts. OK, breasts may be a bit of an exaggeration, as these little nubbins are still not worthy of a training bra, but there is something starting to happen there. Chuck turned 45 shades of red, felt compelled to reminded me of our daughter's age, and though I didn't think it was something that was actually possible to observe, I watched my husband go into denial.

And he quickly changed the subject.

We started discussing blogs and his new groovy Wordpress blog and I innocently asked if he would re-send me the link to the site he'd sent me the other night with all the wordpress themes listed.

I could tell what was coming next (the whole, sheesh, can't you find anything yourself discussion--but much nicer than I just made that sound) and before he could start I told him that I had already gone to the Wordpress site and that I could not find the themes listed.

He told me to Google it and then .... that's when it all went downhill for him.

Because it was at that moment that Chuck started to tell that he lives and dies by Google and the right click button of his mouse. He went on to add if he had a "personal coat of arms." (not without stopping to explain to me what a coat of arms was....as if I needed that explanation) it would feature a G on one side and then paused; and because I'm nothing if not helpful I suggested the other side would have a glowing right mouse button on the other side. He said, "exactly."

Then I got the look. The look that says it's all over but the crying. The "I'm so writing an entry about this" look. And because apparently this look is possible to observe Chuck said, "you're composing an entry about this in your head right now."

And because I've kind of publicly mocked my husband, the least I can do with my meager resources is create a coat of arms for said husband. To wit:

(And just so you all know I haven't lost my mind, freakin Movable Type no longer lets me resize my pix and let you click on them to increase their size.)

I leave it to ustedes to come up with some kind of snappy motto for him. Because really, if you have a coat of arms you have a motto too, no?

Posted by beth at April 22, 2005 10:24 PM