George has not been happy with some of my recent blogging activity.
"That was really mean spirited, what you wrote about my friends."
"What was mean about that? I said they were lovely people."
"Yeah, lovely people you usually like."
"Well I usually like you, too. And I didn't use any names. They don't even know I have a blog, so why should they care? Besides, it wasn't my fault they were annoying."
(Insert picture of me sticking my tongue out and looking petulant.) "And anyway, I was nice to them while they were here. I just trashed them later in print, which is perfectly acceptable behavior for a writer. Everyone knows that. Look at Truman Capote & Gore Vidal."
"A writer?" (Insert picture of George smirking, and me looking indignant.)
"Ok then, a blogger. It's perfectly normal for a blogger to release his or her frustrations in his or her blog entries. "
"Honey, you're no blogger, and that's not blogging you've been doing lately. What you do should be called blitching. And that makes you a blitch."
Well, if the pump fits....
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