Deep in the heart of the Blogging jungle, the female blogger sniffs the air for post sustenance. Sensing imminent danger, the male target backs off soundlessly into a corner keeping an unwavering eye on his foe.
The female blogger licks her claws in anticipation and waits patiently for the precise moment to attack.
At the first sign of the male’s weakness, she springs up at full speed, striking her prey in mid sentence….
“I want you to stop blogging about me” he grumbled.
“But Honey, you’re the star!” I embellished “and everybloggy loves you”
“It’s not normal. Nobody else’s husband has to watch every syllable that comes out of his mouth. What’s next? Details on our sex life?”
We have a sex life?
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. You wanted to have sex right?”
Purrrrr..Clack….Clack…. Purrrrr….Clack.
“Stop that typing, you’re driving me crazy!”
“Oh sorry sweetie. Bad can’t stop me if you tried habit. I’m listening now”
Look into his eyes. Forget about the computer. Look into his eyes. Forget about the computer. Look into his eyes. Forget about the computer.
“What the hell are you doing now?”
EEK! Oops…. “Um, nothing. I’m listening. I’m listening”
Pay attention. Pay attention. Pay attention.
“You can’t keep journaling everything we talk about” Oh can’t I? “Something’s not right here. Can't you see it?”
What? Is there a typo?? OMG! Where?!! Where?!!
“I’m going out for a while”
“Hmm? Okay…Hope you find the file”
…The female blogger is satiated once more. Giving her creative limbs a stretch; she listens to the deep male growl that can be heard throughout the blogging jungle.
Hey! How'd this guy get in here?
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