With an insatiable need for attention The Sister has been begging for another post of her own.
I thought about it for a while and...maybe the best way to avoid these daily requests...the groveling...would be to start a regular segment devoted to facts about The Sister. Tid bits, points of interest, etc.
For instance...here's a tasty morsel...The Sister lived for a time in beautiful Pearl, Mississippi. The only family member to have done so.
You know I'm suprised...the idea was born out of necessity, but I actually enjoyed this. I'm looking forward to the next one.
\ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / ... drum roll! Pull back the curtains and open the cage door! Ladies and gentlemen and semi-sentients, prepare to be amazed, bewildered and bedazzled as Flimsy Cups places his head within the jaws of certain doom! And may I remind you that candy-floss, ice-cream and pop-corn are available at the kiosk for those whose constitution remains unaffected by the sight of human trauma. Tickets are non-refundable, so sit back and enjoy the show!
ReplyDeleteA more apt description of what may be to come than you probably realize.
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She's boycotting the blog...that's my punishment. That and she may be talking to an attorney.
ReplyDeleteBah! Humbug! An anonymous tip-off to Homeland Security regarding these Un-American activities should do trick. You might also want to drop a hint as to orange jumpsuit size as well.
ReplyDeleteI think it's working though...you just don't know how badly I wanted to see her dance to this particular tune.
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ReplyDeleteOh, she'll be back. Never underestimate a woman's ingenuity.
ReplyDeleteThere's a little known extended version - the "director's cut", if you will - of the Adam and Eve story, where, once Eve has partaken of the forbidden fruit, she lassos the snake out of the tree, softens some onions with butter, slices the rest of the apple into the mix, stirs in madras power and dices the snake, adds stock and then leaves to simmer.
Later that evening, Adam returns from the office at the Eden Complex and sits at the table ready for dinner.
"So honey, how's your day been?"
"You know, the usual, trading commodity stocks on the garden exchange."
"Well, good for you! I don't have the smarts for that sort of thing."
"It does take a certain know-how and your wages are hardly enough to scrape by on."
"Something smells wonderful daring."
"That'll be the chicken curry deary, there was a special offer on."
Of course, I hold no truck with such misogynistic clap-trap.
ReplyDelete*bites knuckle and beats a hasty retreat to the nearest exist*
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ReplyDelete*stirs in madras pow[d]er*
ReplyDeleteI just can't catch a break.
I know what yer up to...trying to blow-up her comment numbers.
ReplyDeleteYer in cahoots with her...admit it.
I can neither confirm or deny the actions of our special forces.
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