Busy, busy, busy with a multitude of things. My sisters graduation. My brother in law's graduation. My cousin's wedding. Work (that pays the bills) to do. Rag Monsters to finish. All these things have s-l-o-w-e-d me down. Sorry for the infrequent posts. But believe me when I say that I get it, people, I'm behind and I need to get my ass in gear.
In the last 24 hours: My friend Madge had admonished me for not being on top of the whole blog thing. The husband is pushing for me to finish a two-week old story on the Houston Rockets that I've been working on. My auntie has had to remind me 30 or 40 times to work on haunted San Antonio and New Orleans pieces for SAPS.
But I knew I'd was really tardy when I got this little missive from our old friend The Pig Whore:
So there you have it, I've been shamed out of my obligation-induced period of silence by hate mail.
Pig Whore, thank you for reminding me of real reason I write: To be criticized by the unwashed masses. Next time I'm in a slump that not even the pleads of my loved ones can't bring me out of, I'll recall this instant – the moment I let you down with my "stupitity." How horrible of me! I swear, I shall not disappoint you again.
In the coming days you can expect a plethora of musings:
In the last 24 hours: My friend Madge had admonished me for not being on top of the whole blog thing. The husband is pushing for me to finish a two-week old story on the Houston Rockets that I've been working on. My auntie has had to remind me 30 or 40 times to work on haunted San Antonio and New Orleans pieces for SAPS.
But I knew I'd was really tardy when I got this little missive from our old friend The Pig Whore:
MP,Thanks for motivating me to get to writing, Pig Whore. (Just a couple of points before we move on. One, if you are going to call me stupid, at least spell it correctly. Two, when did you shorten Momma Pug to MP? Not that I mind, PW. It's just the sort of touch that shows the intimacy of our relationship.)
What gives? You been gone forever. I miss reading your stupitity. If you do not write more then I can't read it and feel better about myself.
The Pig Whore
So there you have it, I've been shamed out of my obligation-induced period of silence by hate mail.
Pig Whore, thank you for reminding me of real reason I write: To be criticized by the unwashed masses. Next time I'm in a slump that not even the pleads of my loved ones can't bring me out of, I'll recall this instant – the moment I let you down with my "stupitity." How horrible of me! I swear, I shall not disappoint you again.
In the coming days you can expect a plethora of musings:
- A recap of our visit to haunted New Orleans sites
- Why chicks should dig the Houston Rockets
- Sonny the Pug rides the underwater treadmill
It'll be worth the wait, I promise. So stay tuned. Especially you, Pig Whore.
5 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! It is nice that Pig Whore is good for something besides sucking in oxygen that some other bottom feeder could be using!!!! Yo! P. Whore, ever hear of spell check???
WB was wondering who would get to you first. Any particular reason you are making so many rag monsters? - P
Rag Monsters are being completed for an upcoming craft show and because a bunch of people had requested them. So I'm so freaking behind on 'em it aint funny.
Ah, PW how would life go on with out idiots like you to keep life in persepective with your "stupitity"...Love you MP!
Halley
would rite a poem about pig whore but cant think of a proper name, maybe ode to pig whore or better yet, no sense, no spelling, pig shit smelling pig whore. oh well i cant spell worth a shit either and am no poet, so i will attempt to insult her with comments on your blog MP.
popeye
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