The Abusive Nature of Our Relationship

I owe you all a big, albeit tongue-in-cheek, apology. It’s come to my attention, by a quick and yet thorough banishment of my link by Facebook, that my blog is abusive.

You heard me, ya maggots.

This was a surprise to me, frankly. I thought those days were over.

I remember the first time I was referred to as “abusive” as clear as day. There I was, 99ing my little brother, a steady, firm pounding of the chest – 99 separate smacks, if I recall correctly – until his chest was so tender a fly landing anywhere near it resulted in cat-like screaming.

He’ll thank me for that some day. Toughened him up.

Then there was the preschool landscaping service. A real money-maker, that was. I still think there was nothing wrong with that. It’s not like the ungrateful tots didn’t get weekends off.

And now this. Caught in my web of cruelty and exploitation, my true nature exposed and the ability to link “Pearl, Why You Little” to my Facebook page taken away, I’m exposed for the Scrooge-like blogger I’ve always been.

It was a good run. But they can't stop me from posting here.

Can they?


p.s. You look very nice today.