My husband and kids have been teasing me about how much time I spend surfing blogs. None of them have read my blog - or for that matter, any of the blogs I read - but they hear tidbits about my blogging friends. I will frequently say things at supper like: "So today, Bitch had this post I want to tell you all about."
I tend to surf blogs whenever I have a few minutes free. For instance, if I put something in the oven and I've got ten minutes before it comes out, I will go to my computer for ten minutes. If I've got ten minutes before the school bus gets here, and I have the choice between blogging or grading one more paper, I will usually surf blogs.
The whole blogging issue came up again yesterday because I took a shower when I was getting ready to go over to my parents' house for Easter dinner. I usually leave my wet hair wrapped in a towel for ten minutes or so before getting dressed because otherwise, my long hair will drip water on whatever clean shirt I've just put on. These big wet spots right on my breasts would work well if I were going for the wet t-shirt look, but just didn't seem appropriate for Easter dinner.
So anyhow, since I had a few minutes to wait before the towel had absorbed all the water from my hair, I decided to slip into my office and surf blogs. My husband came to the door of the office, saw me typing away (wearing only a towel), and said, "Oh, wow. This is getting serious. Now you are blogging naked."
And on Easter Sunday, no less.