Guilty Husband....Guilty Wife

 A couple of days ago it dawned on me that my own Husband doesn't read the blog that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into (I might be slightly exaggerating).  I know that men typically don't read blogs, so truthfully I wasn't that surprised that my husband wasn't following what I wrote.  But really the whole putting yourself out there on a blog, makes me a little insecure (something he is fully aware of) so I decided to lay on the guilt. My rant began.... "I can't believe you don't read what I write, YOU know why I am doing this, I need your support, I just can't believe it, how can I expect others to read it if my OWN Husband doesn't, my feelings are hurt (this line always gets him), I'm mad, I don't know why I even bother.....".  Well that was really just the beginning, next came the sulking, then a few snide comments thrown in during random conversation.  This went on for hours, well maybe not hours, but definitely through dinner, because after clearing his plate, he excused himself to go and read a very important blog.  For those of you who don't know my Husband, he is a horrible tease, in fact during my rant, he laughed at me, you heard me right, giggled and laughed.  That's kind of how our relationship goes, I get mad, he laughs, I mope, he giggles, I pout, he very lovingly (and childishly) gives in.  Well since that day, I know he's made an effort to check the blog, he lets me know of any grammatical errors (I'm sure there is plenty, sorry), and also informs me when I need to put up a new post.  But yesterday I guess he read the "Rustic Wares" post, and was a little testy.  "So..." he tells me "you make it sound like, pop, the cake stand just appeared for you to give to your friend.  Then you and your little wood burner whipped up the "perfect delivery dish" (yep he did the finger quotations with that expression), did you forget about someone."  I pointed out that I did mention him a bit further down, something about his 8th grade wood shop class.  He smirked, and although I know he was just giving me a hard time, I think he felt a little left out.  I felt a little guilty, because really he is my yin to my yang, my jelly to my peanut butter, my cheese to my macaroni.  And because today is his very special day (Happy Birthday!), I want to give credit where credit is deserved, and I'm not just talking about the cake stand.