My husband, John, says he knows when I am running out of material for my blog because I pick on him (Thanks for the material, sweetie). I tell him, “Honey, my blog is about living in a male-dominated household (MDH). You are my material." I have been writing this blog since September 2007. I told him that he is lucky he is not the subject more often.
I do read some blogs that seem to be a mechanism to complain about spouses. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Some people need their blogs as that outlet. I am just not one of those people. If I’m unhappy with my husband, I don’t need a blog to vent. He gets my venting, up close and personal. And during those times, he probably wishes I would express myself on my blog. I can hear husbands everywhere uniting in a new mantra, “Go blog yourself.”
Anyway, back on point. John has always been very supportive of and excited about my blog. He gives me ideas for things to write, he reminds me to grab the camera to snap a picture or take a video, he encourages me by telling me how much he enjoyed a post, and he unknowingly provides material by doing or saying something that seems perfectly normal to him but that inspires a post in me.
So, Webster, take note. I have coined a new word (at least I think it’s new – I haven’t heard it before) in my house that I would like to see incorporated into the dictionary. The term is duhsband. Pronounced duhz – bend, it is used to define one’s husband at the exact moment he is saying or doing something so incomprehensible or obvious to everyone but him. You see? It is your husband's "Duh" moment. For example:
When I was writing Loth's Music Meme and was quizzing John on what he thought my five songs would be, knowing full well that he would not get them and not expecting him to, the first thing he said was, “Oh, no. Not My Own Worst Enemy.” Hee hee. So I started giving him hints about the others. I said, “Think wedding.” He said, “Whose wedding?” Duhsband.
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