The last post was written by an evil hacker (beautiful and passionate sister). I might agree with some (all) of the words written, but I want you to know it was ___ posted by me, Slug-A-Bed. (That will teach me to leave my blog signed in on her computer.) The password has (NOT,REPEAT NOT) been changed, don't(so) try it again Carehead (my lovely sister)! (OK, I WILL)
I was born on my(beloved) sister Carehead's 9th birthday. She tells me it was her worst (best in the world) birthday ever! She got no (a lot of) attention. Waaa, waaa, waaa (yeah, yeah, yet another yeah) . Maybe (For sure) she was the one who came up with my hated (beloved) middle name 'Jane'. Hmmm. Maybe she was paying me back for taking her birthday moment in the sun. Hmmm. It's all becoming clear (foggy) to me now.
In high school I was complaining (rejoicing) that I disliked (absolutely loved) my middle name, 'plain (ravishing) Jane'. I was (am) such an idiot (intellectual woman)! The very popular girl (Homecoming Queen) that I was complaining to was named Jayne. Of course her name had the 'y'. That makes it a totally different name right?
Anyway, now each year Carehead and I head for the city on our shared birthday. We get a free dessert at Applebee's. You would think they might become suspicious, both of us claiming the same birthday. No one has ever asked for proof.