OK, so you guys know I hung out with the Pigsknuckle Liberal this weekend, right? What you might not know is that he, 1) thinks I'm way smarter than I actually am, and, 2) reads my blog periodically. And he said something to me the other night that made me think...
Now, I probably don’t have it verbatim (lots of wine, remember?), but he said something to the effect of, “I’d hate to make you mad ‘cause you could flay me alive on your blog.”
What? Me? Mr. Pigsknuckle Liberal thinks I would be mean on my blog! Me!
I was sad. And I hurriedly assured him that I would never do such a thing.
Did I say never?
Hmmmm... 'never' is a really big word, isn't it?
I mean, there was that one time when I sort of ragged on those politicians. But they’re fair game, right?
And the occasional McDonalds employee might have been on the receiving end of a snide comment.
And, well, there was our 'Dear Former Reader'. And I sort of got a little snarky with him once (or twice… or maybe it was three times…).
Then there was Troll-Guy. And… ummmm… Troll-Guy again.
Yeah, there was also my ex-husband… but come on! Who doesn’t vent about her ex occasionally? Am I right?
Hmmm… ummm… and my brother (trust me, you don’t have the time).
And, well, my mom…
Mr. Pigsknuckle Liberal was right! I can be a bitch! (And no, he didn’t call me a bitch… not to my face, anyway.)
OK, clearly I need to work on this. Well, that, or Mr. Pigsknuckle Liberal could try really hard not to piss me off. I’m thinking that might be the road we need to travel… as it seems the snark might just be ingrained.
I blame my mother.