Tiffanie Wong is a newlywed who writes a blog called My Husband Is Annoying. Within the blog she shares her experiences with husband, Mark Joyella.

Some of his annoying traits appear to be his tendency to continually wear a particular green sweater, his over-use of a fake (bad) Irish accent, his love of fart jokes, basically the usual annoying man stuff. 

Sometimes she gets negative feedback from readers who don’t understand why she’s not writing about newlywed-ed bliss, but Wong prefers to keep things realistic. The entries are not attacks. They are light-hearted and I get the feeling that if something was really bothering her, she’d talk to him about it and not the blog.

Annoying or not, Wong loves Joyella and that should be obvious to anyone who reads the blog, because it’s about all about him. I think a sign of trouble would be if, her blog was called something like, My Hot Doorman Is Annoying. Mark is a fan of the blog and apparently has veto power on both posts and photos.

Tiffanie Wong had this to say in an interview with Lemondrop;

“I love him because of his wacky, offbeat sense of humor; because he’s one of the smartest people I know and also one of best people I know.

“But mostly I love him because he totally gets me, loves me for exactly who I am and no matter how annoying I may be, he’d never write a blog about it!”

We had to check in with Mark on that one, and he agrees: “The cool thing about our relationship is we enjoy each other’s dorky quirks and laugh together about them. That’s why I like the blog.”

I think My Husband Is Annoying is a celebration of those quirks. I know that in my relationship, the things that I treasure the most about my boyfriend are the goofy parts of his personality. Our quirks and goofy habits are the things that make us unique. They are what make a person an individual.

Image credit: Michelle Smith

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Her Husband Is Annoying

We’ve been married for more than 20 years — a veritable “long and winding road”, and for some reason lately, I’ve been thinking about all of the little things in our relationship that make our little world so special.

When we were newlyweds, I had it in my head that the wife is supposed to know how to cook for her husband…but I didn’t. I didn’t even know how to make coffee — seriously.

I remember the first meal I’d ever made him…again, thinking this is what men wanted, I made pot roast.

To me, pot roast meant that you bought a hunk of meat, put it in a pot of water, let it boil forever and then serve with potatoes and carrots.

This thing came out looking like a giant grey basketball.

Well, this is when I began to know how lovely my husband is. I served him and he proceeded to eat every morsel. I’m sure it was disgusting…but he said it was delicious.

As time went by, I taught myself how to cook.

I learned how to master the art of pizza dough-making, I practiced and practiced how to make fine spaghetti sauce…I think I even once attempted the recipe for New York’s famous Magnolia Bakery cupcake.

Recently, I decided to make a pot of chili…because I’d never done it…doesn’t chili always look so good on the Food Network?

Anyway…it came out extreeeemly hot…so hot that you really couldn’t enjoy it. Well, he said he loved it.

I was ready to toss the whole thing, but he pleaded for me not to…”you can make chili dogs” he sweetly said.

He’s been doing stuff like that for 20 years. And I guess sometimes it’s these little, gestures of admiration and respect that are among the things that have held us together.

p.s. He is in charge of coffee.

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