Early this morning:
Me: I posted photos on my blog of C's birthday.
Husband: Let's see. . . . . Oh, nice.
pause of 5-10 minutes
Husband: You know, when we get into the Foreign Service, you will probably have to close up your blog and have one that is only private. Or have one with no pictures.
Me looking at him like he is a wolf, or a bear, or a ...
Husband: Well, you sure gave lots of photos and details of C. And the boys. And our yard. We don't want to be in some country where terrorists can easily spot us from your blog.
Me: You are a TIGER!
Husband: Thank you. (Looking pleased with himself because he thinks I'm saying "Vavoom! Baby, you're a tiger!")
Me: No, not like that!! You big dork.
But maybe he's right.
I should be more guarded with my hula-hooping photos. Y'all are getting privileged glimpses. Please do not tell the terrorists that American Girl dolls reside in my house, I have a yellow lab, I need to weed more. My cat bites our ankles and we have initials for names. The results could be dastardly. Hell, it's not like State is giving bloggers any pointers, from what I've heard. Just don't be a "stupid" blogger. Honestly. That might not be enough of a line for me.
Tiger photo shamelessly stolen from A Daring Adventure.