"Oh, no reason." I say, gazing off into the distance.
"What's wrong?" you question, a slight touch of irritation creeping into your voice.
"Nothing", I reply, with a dramatic slump of the shoulder.
"Okay". You sigh, and turn to walk away.
"Well I'll tell you if really want to know..."
"God help me", you murmur under your breath.
I feel sad because certain people...MY PARENTS...haven't signed up to follow me on this blankety-blank blog. They know I'm in a contest to see how many suckers...I mean, folks... I can get to follow me. If I can't get people like these, they're still in their pajamas for gosh sakes! then who?
Not my oldest daughter and her boyfriend who thinks he's a duck. I'm glad she's happy about it, 'cuz personally I'm a little concerned.
Not even my nephews. Yes they are a tad bit young, but you know what? They can READ, therefore they can follow. Otherwise, what's the point of all that birthday money I've given them over the years?
But here's the real disappointment...their father. A man who wears a curly gray wig and Elton John sunglasses can't even find it in his busy day to perform one small act of kindess for his wife's sister. *Sob* After all I've done for you, giving you advice when you didn't even ask for it...well, no more Mister!
I hate to even mention these two. After all, I just met them. Yesterday. (not really, but it feels that way. That's the beauty of love. And the fact that we live 6 hours away. ) But still. You'd think they would want to support the new wife...traitors. Child and Nephew of Mr. Wonderful, meet the Wicked Stepmother.
This last picture pretty much sums it up... People who don't follow this blog are hineys...from the Peach state. There, I said it. And it feels goooood! As for my faithful 12 followers, as soon as I win the lottery I AM going to share it with you. I love you.
