The pillow barricade

      Last night, hubby got the "pillow barricade". The pillow barricade is exactly what it sounds like. When he pisses me off before bedtime, I take every single throw pillow we own and use them to make a huge wall between us. This is one of the best parts about having a king size bed. It makes it clear to him that I'm pissed and to stay on his side of the bed (if you know what I mean). 


     It all started when I asked him to read my blog. A mistake, I know! I was just so excited. I came home from dinner with a friend last night and noticed that my blog had 27 readers yesterday! So...I asked him if he wanted to read it. He kind of sighed, grumbled, said something about not feeling like it, and continued playing pointless games on his Kindle Fire. So, when we got into bed last night, I asked him again if he had read my blog. He said, "Honey, I tried but I just can't get past the first paragraph". WHAT?!? I asked him, "why not? What's wrong with it?". He replied, "I just can't stand how you try to write like you're having a conversation....you always add in 'why?' and 'why not?' and then answer yourself. It's lame." Not realizing that he had already hurt my feelings, he continued to tell me what was wrong with it. He told me that he was only trying to be constructive because he wants my blog to be good and he's trying to help me. He also boasted about what a great writer he is.


       Hmm. I felt I needed to jump in and remind him that he works for an insurance company and that maybe his writing is not as interesting as he thinks it is. I also told him that a blog is someone's personal thoughts and opinions and it can be written in whatever form the person wants.  When I spoke to my mother in law about it this morning, she assured me that she loved it and that a blog is supposed to be written like a conversation. She also said, "he's not a woman, so he doesn't appreciate it!" Probably true. I also have a feeling he may have been so harsh purely for the fact that he is hoping I will take offense and never ask him to read it again. 


    To tell you the truth, I am secretly THRILLED that he doesn't like it. Now I can freely blog about him and not have to worry about him reading it. (Mother in law approved this comment, even suggested the same thing!). Trust me readers ( the three readers that I have...) he gives me plenty of material to blog about!


P.S. While making the pillow barricade, I told him, I'm making a pillow barricade. WHY? So you know you're not getting any. WHY NOT? Because you insulted me. Good night.