Thursday, August 9, 2007

appologies

I read my latest entry to my husband this morning.

He said, "You can't write that. It's fiction. It's a blog. You can't write fiction on your blog."
I said, "I am using artistic license. It's my blog. Who cares what I write? Besides, most of it happened..."
He said, "Yeah, except the part that makes us sound like neglectful, selfish fatties lying in the middle of the Mall of America surrounded by more packages than we can obviously afford."

(OK, He didn't use those exact words, but that's what he meant. Again, artistic license.)

I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "That part about Yaya running down the corridor groping hairy man-legs. She was asleep."
I said, "So?"
He said, "It's a blog. You can't lie."
I said, "It's my blog... so?"

10 minutes passed. I web surfed. I felt guilty.

So , here I am. 'fessing up. It's not all true. But a lot of it is. I obviously had too much sugar. I was drunk with blogging power. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.

3 comments:

by Johanna Brandvik said...

Whoever said blogging has to be true? Other than Rick, that is. Great story, I loved it! BTW, where are our other fans? Or at least friends, loved ones and blog visitors? C'mon folks, comment away!

Shandy said...

Hey I'm here, I'm here! We just got back from vacation and I'm catchin' up. I am laughing so hard at both of these posts! Love the MOA post and I really enjoyed your creativeness. You go girl! XOXO

Galadriel Thompson said...

We ALL take artistic license with our stories. Under exaggeration and over exaggeration is what makes a story so much more enjoyable. Stretch it to right before the breaking point!

I'm six foot and have really great hair and posture and a glowing complexion and I have never eaten a donut. Just kidding of course: )