I loved Calvin and Hobbes. I totally identified with little crazy Calvin and his tiger Hobbes. Just the other day I was rummaging through some old highschool boxes when I came across my Calvin and Hobbes cartoon collection. Of course, I immediately plopped down on the sofa and spent the afternoon re-reading all those great comic strips.

One of my favorite gags was the Dad Poll that Calvin was constantly working on. Here’s a few examples or two. (Sorry about the quality but our scanner isn’t hooked up so I have to use the camera.)

In many ways, my blog is my Husband Poll. During the week, Kevin comes home grumpy from a long day of work. He mumbles and grumbles and vent his frustration on me and the pooch. Now, I’ve learned better than to try and fight back. Instead, I listen patiently and then scamper down here to vent my frustrations via this blog.

Now, Kevin is a very good guy and he realizes (on some level) that he’s a major grouch during the week and that I’m not to blame. So on Saturday morning, he wakes up happy and refreshed. He takes his time and moses down to the basement where he reads my blog. This is how he finds out where he stands on the Husband Poll. Some weeks are bad while others are mere minor dips in ratings. But he goes into the weekend fore warned as to how far he’s sunk and how much he has to pamper me. Somedays, that means donuts for breakfast or Kevin cooked eggs and bacon. On a particularly rough week, he may even go so far as to clean the kitchen or have a bouquet of flowers waiting for me.

All in all, I must say the a blog is a very non-threatening, non-controntational method to communicate with your husband. Of course, this only works if your husband a) reads your entries and b) can see the writing between the lines.

In true Calvin form, I’d have to say that Kevin has lost a few points in the last poll. A random polling of the wife revealed that she is feeling like Kevin is belittling her efforts. Most damaging was the statement Kevin made last night the “you don’t do anything all day” when, in fact, he had come home to a cooked meal, cleaned house, fresh laundry and walked dog. Such rash statement will always result in a sharp drop in the husband’s numbers. Luckily, Kevin still has over nine months to his current term as husband (which expires on our anniversary) so, with a little sweet talking to his constituents, he should be able to recover from this latest blunder.

That assumes, of course, that he remembers to read this entry on Saturday morning.