You see, just the other day we had a "discussion" of what kind of bread to buy with our hotdogs for a cookout. I, of course, went straight to the traditional white bun that any good ol' american would. My husband's (at that time my fiance) face turned whiter than the bread itself, aghast at the idea that I would choose anything so refined, so disgusting, that would "sit like a rock in the pit of your stomach." He himself went for the heaviest, nuttiest, how-many-grains-can-we-fit-into-a-loaf bread.
So you see, there's a bit of difference in taste at times. And I had a funny feeling that this was going to be one of those times. I was completely justified in my feeling. His response to my question, "honey, what would you think of me starting an online blog, so my family and friends can keep up with our happenings and see pictures and stuff" (you can tell I was quite eloquent in my request...) was a mere look of disbelief/you've-got-to-be-kidding-me/oh no.
I quickly changed tactics and asked him if he had a blog, what would he name it? Something witty, something ironic, something rupert-ish. And thus came about the name for this blog: Englishmen don't blog. It took me quite a while to get used to the idea of it... but I feel now like it is the perfect name for this American/British couple who can't agree on what kind of bread to buy. (We have solved that problem now by making our own bread... praise the Lord for bread machines!)
So, this blog is for friends and family who wish to take a peek into our daily lives here in Glasgow as we figure out what in the world is in store for us. Thankfully God knows that, and at this point, that is a major point of comfort for us!
Goodbye for now... we'll talk again soon!
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