Something very disturbing is happening. The other day, I had nothing to blog about and mused aloud to my husband Z that I might stop blogging altogether.
He didn’t toss back his usual tart reply, which used to always sound something like, “Wow? Really? And I get back my wife?”. Instead, his eyes were the size of saucers. A look of genuine alarm spread across his face as he gasped: “Har? Why?”
“Cos I’ve run out of things to say,” I said.
Then, with lips almost a-quivering, he launched into a list of reasons why I shouldn’t quit this blog, because he had spent $X buying the reflector, the flash, the zoom lens and whatever else to shoot my cakes.
“But you can use them for your other photography stuff what,” I retorted, unmoved.
Then he blurted out the REAL reason why I shouldn’t end this blog. “Because your blog is my blog!” he cried.
Oh really. Is that so? No wonder he’s been so annoying lately. Every time he’s shot my cakes, he would sit in front of his computer for absolute ages, tweaking the resolution, the tone, the contrast and what-have-you (for example, this so-so-tasting pear tart, taken from Young Mo Kim’s A Fine Collection Of Baking). Then, when I am already half-way into dreamland in bed, he’d suddenly shout, “How about this?” And I would have to pry open my eyes, wrench myself out of bed and look at his photo.
“No difference to the other one what,” I’d say, bleary-eyed, and plonk myself back to bed.
Right when I’m just inches away from re-entering snooze-topia, he’d suddenly command again, “How about this?” And this could go on several times a night.
He doesn’t leave me alone in the day either. He would call me from work just to find out if my latest post received any comments — about his photos. On other days, he would announce quite brazenly that he intends to spend the afternoon checking out the competition in other food blogs. And by the time he’s through, “they’re toast”.
My husband, whom I married because he is one cool, laid-back, peace-loving dude, has suddenly turned into a competitive, pixel-picking monster. I started having terrifying visions that very soon, I’ll be hand-cuffed to my kitchen counter as he forces me to bake every day so that he’d have something to shoot and post on my blog.
But this morning, as he drove me to work, he came up with a new reason why I shouldn’t stop this blog.
“Because it’s your hobby, it makes you happy, and it has given you new friends,” he said.
He’s probably just sayin’ it. But I’m sold 🙂