This is a recent IM between my sister Jenny and me.
me: I'm worried about my blog.
My stats are going down.
Jenny: I'm sorry.
me: Am I not being funny?
Jenny: I think you are funny. Maybe you should start posting nude photos.
me: Ooooh, good idea.
Jenny: What do you eat at Costa Vida?
me: I've only had their salads. I mean, do people like it better when I'm bitter or something?
Jenny: I guess so. Which isn't good. Bitter is bad.
What does [Spitfire] order?
me: Tiny things.
Jenny: ;) I'd like a half a quesadilla please . . .
me: :-)
me: Maybe it is that I'm not bitter and angsty and unemployed.
Jenny: I bet it is.
me: Because people read my blog when I was home in AK more than they ever did before--I was sure everyone would stop.
Jenny: I always get the most comments when I bemoan life. Remember when I was pregnant and I would bash my in-laws? I was a roaring success. Now, not so much.
me: Hmmm. Must think about this. Only, I'm not angry or miserable, and I don't want to be looking for things to get upset about.
Jenny: I know. So I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you could tell stories.
me: If only people would insult me more . . .
Later that night I talked to my sister Spitfire. It went like this.
Me: Okay, so I'm worried about my blog. My stats are going down.
Spitfire: Maybe it's because you're not as funny anymore.
The End
So. You got your story and I got insulted. Everybody wins!
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