What's this you ask?
Why, it's Brother Hawthorne's chartered JET.
Which took Sister Hawthorne and her husband, and BH and his wife, and their friends and their two children to WYOMING.
And I'm just shooting the pictures from the outside of the fence, looking in.
Sad, isn't it?
I got to see wonderful photographs however, which they gladly shared with me.
Apparently, Rosie is only invited to birthday parties, funerals, and weddings.
And she goes to NONE.
So there you have it.
Rosie had the chance to take Mama Hawthorne to the airport at the announced arrival time to watch the Upper Crust Hawthornes arrive.
Such joy.
OK, Dear Sister, I'm just joshing, so don't go commando on my ass.
Oh, Dear Readers, I heard from Dear Sister Hawthorne this weekend that she doesn't like to hear the "F" word, as in "Frank-the-F*ck."
Don't you love it when people put the asterisk in there, like you don't know what they're actually writing so it makes it OK?
I call bull sh*t on that.
I think if my neighbor's name had been Dan, then he'd be Dan-the-D*ck.
(That's Dan-the-Duck, Sister.)
I opt for alliteration whenever I can.
However, I got Frank for the neighbor, hence F-the-F.
Now, Sistah H is totally fluent in the "F-Word."
She can easily pepper her conversation with the F-word.
I asked SisterDear, "What's the PROB?"
"Well," she says, "It diminishes what you write. You don't need to put that in there."
"But, Sister, this is the way I talk and you do too."
SISTAH: "Well, I may SAY it, but, I don't WRITE it."
"Dear Sistah, "You are an effing hypocrite."
And I'd write the F-Word there, but since Mama's reading this and Sister's already got her panties in such a bunch about my use of the "F-Word" then just EFF IT.
I give up.
Oh, Sistah?
If my written language bothers you so frickin' much (Is "frick" OK? What about "friggin' "?), why don't you ever actually WRITE a COMMENT on my blog, if for no other reason than to complain?
I can take criticism. I have a very tough hide.
Such joy.
OK, Dear Sister, I'm just joshing, so don't go commando on my ass.
Oh, Dear Readers, I heard from Dear Sister Hawthorne this weekend that she doesn't like to hear the "F" word, as in "Frank-the-F*ck."
Don't you love it when people put the asterisk in there, like you don't know what they're actually writing so it makes it OK?
I call bull sh*t on that.
I think if my neighbor's name had been Dan, then he'd be Dan-the-D*ck.
(That's Dan-the-Duck, Sister.)
I opt for alliteration whenever I can.
However, I got Frank for the neighbor, hence F-the-F.
Now, Sistah H is totally fluent in the "F-Word."
She can easily pepper her conversation with the F-word.
I asked SisterDear, "What's the PROB?"
"Well," she says, "It diminishes what you write. You don't need to put that in there."
"But, Sister, this is the way I talk and you do too."
SISTAH: "Well, I may SAY it, but, I don't WRITE it."
"Dear Sistah, "You are an effing hypocrite."
And I'd write the F-Word there, but since Mama's reading this and Sister's already got her panties in such a bunch about my use of the "F-Word" then just EFF IT.
I give up.
Oh, Sistah?
If my written language bothers you so frickin' much (Is "frick" OK? What about "friggin' "?), why don't you ever actually WRITE a COMMENT on my blog, if for no other reason than to complain?
I can take criticism. I have a very tough hide.
1 comment:
Awww poor Auntie Rosie not happy, evil family when they upset someone, don't they know any better by now? I think they should cuz I know I don't mind your use of language on your blog mostly because it shows that your not some boring person who cares about what people think about you and it shows who you really are, so there to whoever doesn't like it when people write the word f*ck.
Kelley
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