Hiding in public

So who reads your blog?

I remember my mother in law getting quite annoyed with me when she learned about my blog.  She wanted to read it.

No way in hell, MIL, no way in hell.

She asked why she couldn't and I told her it was private.  After an uncomfortable silence, she asked what was private about posting ideas for strangers to read.  

Sigh.  Only a non blogger would call us strangers, huh?

My own mother does not read.  She knows about the blog, but I only had to warn her once not to read it.  To be clear, I wasn't asking her not to read it, just wanted her to know she would probably prefer to spoon her heart out of her chest than read my posts.  I have a couple painful doozy posts and I sure don't think my mom would enjoy the frequency of the F bomb here.

My sister reads.  It has put me in the corner a few times and caused me to censor, but I can only think of one or two times.  My brother only read when he was featured as the Ass of the Week.  Otherwise, I am in hiding with family.

I have been found by IRL folks out here in blogland.  Hunted down by the mighty Google.  To be fair, she is quite brilliant and can do anything with technology.  When she showed me how I was tracked down, it was pretty obvious.  Oops.  I think I fixed it, but I can still see pointers back to me.  Anyhow.

So my mother in law is moving in with us.

What.

I want to unload about it a wee bit but there is too much at risk.  What if I am found?  My own home computer needs to be rigged with safety - disabling automatic logins and clearing history and looking over my shoulder and worrying what happens if they find me?

She comes tomorrow and will be here, playing her loud Fox News and Morning Joe programs, until the middle of November.

There is a small chance I will die, but it is very small.