I am one of the few lame people who does not own a laptop. My daughter, son in law and kids and I own a house together, and we have one communal PC that we all share.
Daughter bought the PC, I pay for the internet, and we all use it. My daughter (family) are fully aware of my Rob obsession, and frankly hate it. I don't talk about it with them, because I get the sighs, the eye rolls, the tsk, tsk and can tell they're thinking I've lost my mind. But, they know as my bedroom is a shrine to Rob. So what? It's my fucking bedroom, I'm a grown ass woman, get over it.
I suspect daughter knows about my blog, and the blogs I follow, but has never mentioned it. She's so disgusted by the whole thing she avoids the topic like the plague.
The other night she tells me "Mom, we need to talk". Uh-oh....
"Do you know you have over 400 pictures of that Rob guy on the PC?"
"uh, yeah honey, I thought it was actually more".
Well needless to say, my photos gotta go. I need to get them on a CD or flash drive and get them off. I'm ok with that, really, and I know how this stuff bogs down the PC and takes up too much room. What really got me though was she looked and spoke to me like I was mentally incompetent, which she thinks I am.
I'm ok with that too. I know I'm not, and I know I am not alone as I chat with so many wonderful, intelligent, delightful, insightful, and funny fellow Rob obsessed women each and every day.
Sometimes I feel like he's my "dirty little secret" and maybe there is something wrong with me, but then all I have to do is look his his eyes, and I know I'm home.