Today I was having lunch with my girlfriends.
talking about sex having “girl-talk” when my one friend says, “This stays between us! I better not see this in your blog.”
See, I hadn’t even thougth about blogging about my friends’ private lives, but now that she mentioned it, I’m all, “Ooooh, this would be good!”
However, she’s not the first to say this to me.
At Christmas, my best friend and her family came to stay with me for the holidays.
During one of our phone conversations before she arrived, she said to me, “You better not be planning to blog about us while we’re there.”
I hadn’t planned on it.
But then she goes and tells me that, and the entire time she’s with me, I’m thinking, “Ooooh, this would be good!”
It would seem that even if I wanted to change the name of my blog to something like, “All About Everybody Else” in lieu of the narcissistic theme, I really couldn’t.
Because now, when people see me coming, I’m practically made to sign a confidentiality agreement.
Well, alright chickens!
I won’t write about you.
I’ll continue to tell of the trials and tribulations of my family and myself.
Me me me me.
This is really going to kill me, always having to write about myself…sigh…but for you, I’ll submit myself to the effort this will require of me.
Thank goodness my family doesn’t mind when I blog about them so what if they aren’t always fully informed.
As a matter of fact, some members seek the attention.
They positively THRIVE on it.
Like my husband for instance.
Yesterday I caught him doing this:
“I’ve got something up my arse,” he said.
“You do realize I’m going to post this picture on my blog and quote you verbatim?”
“Verbatim? I don’t even know what that means,” he replied, and continued to pick away at his ass.
In case you’re wondering what he dug up, it was the tag from his new pants.
Well what did you think he was going to pull out?
We do have some class, you know.