There seems to be a growing trend of Hello Kitty fanatics that not only get joy out of the torment detailed on the blog, but also in getting me in trouble with my wife. An email with the title “Hello Kitty plush” arrived in my email box and I made the bad assumption there would be nothing to worry about. So when my wife asked to see it, I didn’t even hesitate. Who would have guessed this would be the photo:
wife: “Who is that?”
me: I have no idea! (thinking: “uh oh, this is not going to end well…”)
wife: “If you have no idea, why is she sending you photos?”
me: I have no idea! (thinking: “note to self: never, ever open another Hello Kitty photo email in front of wife before having seen it myself.”)
wife: “That doesn’t make sense. Girls don’t just send photos like that to people they don’t know.”
wife: Eyebrow raised, hands now on hips. “Why do you still have those photos?”
me: Attempting to salvage anything at this point: “No, no – those photos were used for the blog. I didn’t keep them.” (thinking: “note to self: Seriously – never, EVER open another Hello Kitty photo email in front of wife before having seen it myself.”)
wife: Foot beginning to tap, eyebrows in higher arch: “That sure is a convenient excuse. Are you saying that you can’t see them on the blog?”
me: Continuing to dig a deeper hole for myself. “Yes…no…wait.”
wife: silence but for her tapping foot.
me: “…” (thinking: “Ride out the silence. Keep quiet. No reason to take the shovel out of my hand and start using a backhoe”)
wife: Arms now folded. Foot still tapping. “So, are you going to delete this or are you going to blog about this?”
So here I sit, on the couch in the Hello Kitty sleeping bag, typing out this post. Was there ever any doubt it could end any other way in Hello Kitty Hell?
Sent in by anonymous who I would wish the complete wrath of Hello Kitty Hell upon as punishment if I had any idea who it was…