A bloggable moment

I'm writing a quick e-mail, and Beloved happens to look over my shoulder at the monitor.

"Woot?" he asks, reading my first line. "What are you, an owl with a speech impediment?"

"Woot!" I say. "Sheesh, get with the lingo, dude. Woot is old skool now. Squee is the new woot."

He lowers his head into his hands, shoulders drooping. "I'm married to a thirteen year old," he sighs.

"This is a bloggable moment!" I exclaim brightly, clicking to open the Blogger dashboard.

He shakes his head in resignation and walks away muttering to himself.