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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Why does the Sister hate my Blog?

Close readers of the blog will have noticed that The Sister has all but dissapeared from these pages.

On the one hand, it's nice to have a break from being called a donkey or a demon, or an idiot...not have my life threatened.

On the other, she's always maintained that the sucess of this blog depended on her presence and participation. "I'm what the people want," is how she put it.

Whether she's right or wrong...she believes it. So, I can only assume that, at least in her mind, refusing to participate is deliberate attempt of blogocide...she's trying to destroy Flimsy Cups.

Why?...Why?

12 comments:

  1. We always end up destroying the things that we love and the things we hate always end up destroying us. Or not. As the case may be. I hope that's cleared things up. Or down. Depending if you're standing on your head. Or not.

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  2. Count yourself lucky, my sister's got a mean left hook, which the cap to the missing part of my left canine will testify.

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  3. Her methods are more indirect but no less lethal.

    Like when she recently tried to poison me with cold grits.

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  4. Is this sorta like when we were little and all I wanted was for you to play with me and you wouldn't. So I would cry and pout and mother would sometimes make you anyway. Is that what this is? Do you really just want me to pay attention to you? Really?

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  5. Wow, can Doctor Freud come to ward Flimsy Cups? Yeah, you might want to think about restraints too nurse.

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  6. No Freud references please. That's just creepy and so not necessary!

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  7. Okay, ah, Doctor Freud, on second thoughts, your mother called. Collect.

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  8. (necessity is the mother of invention)

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  9. Careful natetin...you don't want to get in her crosshairs. :)

    I had to post something today or I'd have gotten a text from her tomorrow..."What's with all the blog neglect?"

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  10. What you gotta look out for is the feet.

    She used to compete on a national level with a drill team...it's like cheerleaders except they dance and kick...watch out for the roundhouse kick.

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