Yep, that was me, Ralph's Checkout Lady.
Maybe Amiable Amiable was right when she suggested I get a Weinator signal because I most definitely dropped the ball on this one. I missed a growing pandemic affecting not only my girls but the whole socially observant blogger community! I made an erroneous assumption - yes, yes, I know, assuming...such a dangerous thing. But I contend, in a world not run by idiots this assumption would have total merit.
I wrongfully, assumed the majority of intelligent adults - once again, I now realize my mistake...I admit thinking there was such a thing as a "majority of intelligent adults" reading this and other clever blogs was a bit out of sync with reality. Anyway, I thought these intelligent adults were aware that despite what they might wish, they are not the center of the universe. Sometimes, I give people too much credit and it always comes back to bite me in the ass.
Apparently, some of you, dear readers, have been hurt and offended by some of the posts found within this blog. You have become convinced the girls must be talking about you. I'm sorry to burst your bubble; they are not talking about you.
Here's the deal, Dr Em and Princess WeeWee are not that creative when it comes to inventing aliases. Let me give you an example, Mini Me, Dr Em & Princess WeeWee's cousin, is in reality named Mia. Now before you go spouting off about how I have now exposed her to the world. She requested the girls refer to her as Mia in their posts; she's six and at that age it's very hip to be mentioned in a blog.
Now listen very carefully, if the name used in a post does not sound suspiciously like your own or if the girls talk about a generic guy, chick, parking attendant, waitress; you get the drift (at least I sincerely hope) then...
IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU!!!
And for those sad few who figured out they were starring in the cartoons....REALLY?!
The Weinator
p.s. If you automatically jumped to the conclusion that I am now talking about you *sigh* then I really can't help you escape the world of idiots.
No. I'm totally talking about you. And you should be offended. I pretty much hate everyone, so you should just deal. You should also seek counseling for that narcism.
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Oh, Dr Em...What are we ever going to do with you? Maybe yoga or one of BW's Twinkies?
DeleteI'm totally offended and slightly wounded that you're NOT talking about me.
ReplyDeleteWait. If you weren't talking about me before, but I thought you were than you must be talking about me now. And if you were talking about me before, then you can't be talking about me now because I got it right before and you are talking about the people who got it wrong. It's Win! Win!
Yeah! Somebody's talking about me! Twinkie Time!
Shhhhh...don't tell anyone...they'll get jealous! Not everybody gets to be Guy in the Parking lot.
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Your mother visited my page. I think she left confused.
ReplyDeleteAnd now for the good news. I am awarding you the Sunshine Award. You'll have to work out some kind of schedule where one of you gets it for the first week and so on. The Guidelines are on my page. Congrats and Thnak you.
Ahhh yes, our mom is...special. I'm quite flattered by the way, don't tel Dr Em, she'll just give me another lecture about online predators. Thank you so much for the award! Dr Em and I teleconference on Sundays so, I'm thinking it'll be a collaborative effort...meaning we'll argue about the best answer for hours and then decide to just provide two; one for each of us. We're very compromising like that.
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