Here at the lavish Fun with Chickens headquarters, I get thousands of emails every day asking the same question: “Does your wife read your blog?”
The answer, simply, is no.
Since I began this blog back in the early ‘70s, we both somehow knew immediately that it would not be a good idea if she read it.
This instinctive agreement is difficult to explain, but maybe this little anecdote will shed some light.
This morning at breakfast, Mrs. Jerry K mentioned that she really likes the song, “Billionaire.”
I explained how much I hated that song. “I even wrote about it in my blog. He says he wants to be a billionaire, and my reaction is, well, who wouldn’t?”
A contemptuous look was aimed at yours truly…so of course I wisely continued.
“Then he says he wants to meet Oprah. Right! What are they gonna talk about—dieting? Their love of Maya Angelou’s poetry?”
Contempt then turned to disgust, as she said, “THAT’S what you write about in your blog?”
…And THAT, dear friends, is why it's best if my wife doesn’t read my blog.