When your husband decides he's a blogger

As I mentioned briefly on Monday, Seth suggested he should write a blog while we were out to dinner on Saturday night. 

Before telling you his blogging angle, I will give you a bit of background. We were eating at Fuzzy's Tacos (for anyone in the Lawrence, KS area, go here!) and sharing an order of nachos. I also ordered one taco and Seth ordered two tacos. Not unreasonable, I don't think. 

And action!

Seth: (in a serious tone) I think I should write a blog.

Julie: (completely surprised tone) Really?! What would your blog be about?

S: (while J is diving for another nacho) I'm gonna write a blog about how eating with you is a competition.

J: (looks up from nacho) What?

S: I am a man.

J: Just cause you're the man doesn't mean I can't eat as much as you? I like to eat. 

S: I feel like eating with you is a competition, whenever we share. If I don't hurry I won't get enough food. 

J: (blank stare)

S: I bet you're gonna blog about this now? 

J: Yep.

S: I'm the reason you have a blog.

Three minutes later

J: You can have the last chip.

S: No, it's ALLLL yours.

J: Seriously, I can't eat anymore.

S: Just cause you didn't eat the last bite doesn't mean you didn't eat a shit ton.

J: (blank stare)

One minute later

S: You don't even act like you're full.

J: (blank stare)

S: I suppose you want ice cream now?

J: (blank stare)

J: I'm writing this stuff down before I forget. I need to blog about it later. 

J: Oh, and I guess I'll take a photo of the "after" nachos. 

Done

and Dunner

Guess I'll just finish my drink since my wife ate all the food. 

And, like I said before, I have a disease.