Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
posted by Aunt B at 8/23/2005 12:45:00 PM
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The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
8 Comments:
so many of the blogs I read have had to go to this because of the damned spam. It's not that big a deal to do word verification.
I just deleted 14- the first ones I've ever gotten- today too.
The word verification is fine with me. How do you do that? Get it, I mean?
Peg, it's very easy. Just log onto blogger and go to your settings and there's a tab for comments and this word verification is now one of the options.
I don't know if they've just come out in force today or what, but I had a ton of them today, as well, which is why I figured I had to do something, especially because I love my anonymous posters and don't want them crowded out by unsightly idiots.
I love this blog. Please keep up the good work. Then come buy some VIAGRA***XANAX***ZOLOFT***IT Will MAke Your DICk BiggeR!
NOT stupid or troublesome, just hope it solves the problem. I may resort to this as well if I ever actually post anything again... *sigh*
You'll have to excuse Brittney, she hasn't had her daily thrashing...so come over to online-casino for some texas-holdem and we'll refinance your mortgage while watching porn on a pornograph.
I flunked spam. This is the best I could do.
man my blog is so poor i don't even get spam!
:(
haha just kidding i prefer to be a recluse anyway
How can that be? You must be cheating in some way. Maybe your commentors aren't doing their part to attract spam.
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