"I found your blog, by the way," he said
I paused in fear. "Oh, which one?" I asked. I irregularly posted to a personal journal, but I'd been writing in the fat blog three or four times a week lately.
"xxxxx.com, the weight-loss blog."
Only the solemnity of the occasion (this was at a funeral) kept me from slapping my hands to my cheeks and imitating the Edvard Munch painting, The Scream. There should be a word for the feeling of fear and horror when you realize a family member had discovered your blog. Emblogessment, perhaps? I suddenly tried to remember the content of every one of my two hundred entries in the span of two seconds. Had I said anything about him?
"Oh," I eeped.
"It's a great site. I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks," I said. Had he told anyone else about this?
This is an excerpt from the current memior I'm reading and not a conversation I was actually a part of, THANK GOD!!!!