I wonder if some days you just want to eat cereal instead of doing brunch, and what happens if you don’t like cupcakes.
I wonder if you feel objectified by your internet alias of "Husband," "Love," "Sir," or "Mr. Surname."
I wonder if she at least lets you draw the name out of the hat for the weekly giveaway. I wonder if you have to pay for the shipping.
I wonder if you felt strange the first time she asked you to take a picture of her outfit while she struck an unintelligible pose in front of that rundown chain link fence that somehow lent itself to the fashionable irony of the pose. I wonder if you ever daydream about hiring an intern to do it.
I wonder if she ever asks you to fix the computer so she can keep blogging and you say, "DIY!!"
I wonder if that child is even yours.
No, I don't really wonder that.
But I wonder if you've ever thought about hacking her computer and posting about how mediocre your day was.
I wonder if you like red lipstick.
I wonder if you’d like to switch over to being my husband so I can quit my job and focus on my blog.