When I first started thinking about writing a blog, I thought I would write mostly about my sisters and our mom – and I have done some of those – but mostly I’ve been writing about my own children and my grandchildren. My sisters are probably VERY relieved – much to the my children’s despair (my grandchildren are too young to care!).
I thought tonight I would try to write some stories about my sisters – just to put them on notice – but as I sat here, I realized that the ramifications might not be worth it. My children are fair game as far as I am concerned — it’s just payback for all of the times they embarrassed me in the grocery store by throwing a GIGANTIC temper tantrum in the middle of aisle 3 (and aisle 4 and aisle 5 and aisle 6…). Plus, any stories I tell about my sisters could be immediately followed up with stories about me that I may not want shared.
I could write about the time Eileen … no, that wouldn’t be wise – I don’t want to start feeling sharp jabs of pain because she is sticking pins in a voodoo replica of me.
Then there was the time that Amy … I don’t think that one is probably a story that should be shared — could cause irreparable brain damage — to me!
I guess I could talk about when Michelle … I better not write that one down — could be bad luck — again for me!
Well, when all else fails I have the one about Mary Beth and her …. nope, not a good one either — might end up with me on the wrong end of a poisoned pen letter.
The problem is that for every story I have, they each have one about me — like the time — no, I don’t think I want to share that one at all — it could give my children ideas that could lead to an arrest.
I guess I’ll stick to the stories of my husband, children and grandchildren — I can explain away any of their stories as temporary insanity caused by raising four children – and besides they OWE me!