For the most part, people still aren’t reading my wife’s blog. But she did pass the 500 hit mark yesterday. I know that’s not much compared to those blogs that get hundreds of thousands of hits every single day. But it’s a milestone nonetheless, and she was very happy. This meant, instead of scavenging crusty old Rubbermaid containers for morsels of leftovers last night, I was presented with a plate of scallops and pasta, seemingly smothered in garlic and butter. The weird thing is: I’ve never seen her cook with so much butter before. I don’t know why. I like butter. What was the special occasion? It was then my wife explained her system of celebratory rewards to me…
500 blog hits – I get scallops and butter.
2000 blog hits — salmon and risotto in wine sauce
10,000 blog hits – a handjob.
Perhaps I could’ve struck a better deal with my wife. Who knows? Read her blog. And I’ll let you know. It’s called Stuff White Parents Like.
As always, thanking you in advance…
— The Blogspouse
That’s what I thought my wife should call her blog. She wanted to write about annoying kids and annoying parents, and what better way to sum it all up then: “Procreation Stinks!” But instead… she decided to jump on the “stuff white people like” bandwagon and call her blog “Stuff White PARENTS Like.” Does that kind of thing really work?
Uh… did you NOT read the “No One Reads My Wife’s Blog” part of my title?
Really… this is all just about the numbers. But can success in a blog, or success in a marriage for that matter, be really measured in numbers? Well, yes, when the only number I see at the top of my conjugal dance card is a big old zero. The fact is: I’m not getting any action until that blog sees some as well.
So please… before I reheat tonight’s can of soup for dinner, please help boost her numbers. And my numbers too. And when I say “numbers,” I’m not talking about my blog hits.
As always, please read my wife’s blog, because no one else is. It’s “Stuff White Parents Like.”
I thank you. And so do my loins.
— The Blogspouse
I don’t understand why people write blogs, and I definitely don’t know why people read them. All I know is my wife claims she is writing one. I tend to believe her, since she thrusts her laptop in front of my face every few minutes and makes me read her posts. She says they’re supposed to be clever and insightful observations of her life as a parent. “Whatever!” I say. “When’re we eating dinner?”
Now I’m scraping the crusty droppings out of a dish of discolored Rubbermaid. And still no one’s reading my wife’s blog. I tell her people don’t care about trenchant observations and sarcasm. They want to see pictures of kittens in funny costumes, and knitting recipes. What’s a “knitting recipe?” Beats me. But I’m sure it’s getting a lot more hits than my wife’s blog
Anyway, she’s on wordpress too at stuffwhiteparentslike.wordpress.com …
Please read her blog. I don’t know how to cook.