Please do not try jumping out of the tub at home… this is a cartoon…

Good Morning, Dear Readers!

I think I’ve discovered the reason why I’m so on the fence about people searching for my blog by name:  my mother in law.  She’s on the internet ALL THE TIME!  Perhaps it’s a bit of paranoia on my part, but I have never felt comfortable around her and her disapproving comments have always stuck, so I always think she’s trying to look up information on me to hold over my head.

That was the reason I’ve never given out my full name on this blog (mostly the reason anyway) – lest she do a search for me and it turn up… and she reads what I write.  I kept the modeling secret from her (strictly need to know…. or I tell who I want to tell); and DH let it slip one day.  I may have jabbed him a little hard in the side but he realized his gaffe before it was even completely transferred from brain to mouth.  He quickly changed the subject, steering far, far away from all things modeling.  Just what I need is for her to go and search for my images that fall into the “not clothed” category – and find them.

Then, there was the Facebook debacle.  We, DH and I, were at another visit with the in-laws and MIL brings up how her sister is on Facebook.  I kept my cool.  I made no mention of Facebook.  I pinched DH.  I could see the thought forming between his ears and I had to sever the connection… so I pinched.  He nodded and followed up with an Eric Cartman response of, “That’s very interesting.  Please, tell me more.”  Whew!  Upon my arrival home after that visit, I promptly made myself unsearchable on Facebook… yet I notice that it suggests me to people *sigh*.  I’m just hoping I don’t get suggested to DH’s aunt.  Talk about awkward, having to decline their FR.

So there you have it, my Eureka! moment… I’m gun shy that my MIL will find out my “secret life” (really… it’s only secret from her) and have a conniption over it…. like she did about the motorcycles.  And my bar/booze (“Why do you always have so many bottles!?”). And how I got DH to eat eggs… and pork chops.  He eats a bunch of other things now too, that he didn’t/wouldn’t eat growing up.  The verbal tirade about how he “never ate that whenever I made it!” gets to be a bit much.  Okay, a lot much.

Now that that is out of the bag, and it’s not even 7 AM yet, and I have laundry going… it’s time for me to get started on the rest of the items on my list today.