Make sure you read to the end to find out who the winner is of my "gently used" book from the SITStas Spring Fling Giveaway!!!
I swear blogger friends, if I see one more comment about Jill being oh-so-sweet and caring I'm going to slit my own wrists with a dull implement. You don't realize the cruelty that lives in her heart, the need to boast about her achievements, the absolute torment she puts me through at times.
Take yesterday, for example. I cannot even tell you how many times I picked up the phone and heard, not "Hey", not, "Hey, it's Jill", not, "What's up?" but, "Guess how many followers I have? How many do you have? I would answer and Jill would get all righteous and I'm-nicer-than-you-and-people-like-me-more, announce that she now has more followers than me and, then emit this outrageously evil cackle. I shit you not people.
Excuse me while I pull the knife from my back.
But not only had she done this to me no less than 10 times yesterday, but she got sweet, innocent Alexa, an unworldly 7-year-old, to join in her sick and twisted fun. In the background I would hear, "Aunt Tiney, how many followers do you have? Mommy has two bazillion now, and you don't!" (Insert childish maniacal laughter)
Did you hear that?
Oh look, I do believe that was my self-esteem!
Don't worry though. I'm not bitter or anything.
Do I regret badgering "sweet" sister Jill into blogging? Do I feel animosity because it seems that, apparently, people love her more than me? Do I feel
extreme, gripping jealousy that she's accumulated more followers than I have, and in such a short time? Bet your sweet as I do! Of course not! She's my beloved sister and best friend and, I love her! I want only for her to slam her fingers in the car door and break each and every one, rendering her unable to type for her to find happiness and friendship here in blogland. Because I'm selfless like that.
I might possibly be feeling a bit unloved.
I might possibly be feeling a teeny tiny bit jealous. (Gasp)
I might even be feeling a tad bit resentful toward my darling sister.
I might even be feeling a teensy bit angry.
But it's okay. I understand that Jill is not operating with all her mental faculties. We need to make allowances for people such as her.
It's okay really.
I'll survive the maligning of my character.
I'll struggle through the feelings of unworthiness.
I'll GET BACK AT THE BITCH!!!!!!
Oh yeah, game on, sista! GAME ON!!!
We now interrupt our regularly scheduled
The winner of my gently used and, possibly food-smeared book is...
Drum roll please...
Reeni from Cinnamon & Spice & Everything Nice! Congratulations Reeni, and thanks to everyone who participated. It was a blast!