Happy July! This is our last full week in Houston, and packing was well under way over the weekend.
I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge that this man I talk about (and gush about… sue me) does have a name. A few weeks ago, Meg and I were talking about the fact that the internet is forever. We marveled at the things that some people are willing to air out publicly (sometimes hilarious, sometimes shocking, sometimes awkward). Although she hasn’t met him, she knows my husband’s name and assumed that I never mentioned it on the blog for the sake of privacy. That isn’t totally true. Actually, my husband doesn’t mind if people who read this blog know his name. However, I decided to omit it, because I am married to someone whose name gets Google’d for professional reasons, and I prefer that my blog not end up in the search results along with his media reel, international best-selling book link, and various articles he is quoted in for Cosmopolitan, Match.com, New York Times, E!, Forbes, etc. (There I go gushing again.) Let’s keep stories about funny things he says separate from his work life, okay? ;)
So there you have it. The story about why the nameless man on the blog is nameless.
I have to admit our wedding ceremony gets me every time, too, Meg.
If you have mentioned his name in a comment on this blog, please do not be offended that I removed it. Facebook and Twitter are cool, but we're keeping it off the blog. Thanks from Mr. TBS and me!
UPDATE: Meg has shared the following statement (via her comment below): "People of the internet... Yes, I know Convo should be convo, and You're should be your. My phone hates me." Auto-correct happens to the best of us!