Monday, December 14, 2009

Blogging Blackmail

So while cleaning up stuff I leave lying around the house recently, my old lady my lovely wife, the Middle-Aged Woman, came across an antique Father's Day card that the Boy (at the time of the card's creation not yet twelve years old) made for me.



Ah, yes! There's nothing quite like the lechery of an eleven-year-old...

I find the old card on my desk the other morning - where she's left it to pique my interest. And when she sees me, the first words out of her mouth are:

"So, did you see that Father's Day card I found? 'Cause if you're not going to blog about it, I AM."



[Don't worry - if you click on the picture, you can see it nice and big.]

Right - like she doesn't have enough time and material to blog about her own stuff without ripping me off!

So I promised myself that I wouldn't do any blogging until all my employees year-end reviews are done (which they are not). But threatened with the treacherous wench's this blackmail, I have relented momentarily.

Let's hope nothing else good blog-worthy happens until my reviews are done.

Take care.


PS: Miller Lite? ICK!

7 comments:

Ellie Belen said...

11 year old son bonding with father on a more mature level-

Priceless.

Middle Aged Woman said...

daughter has just admitted her complicity in adding the underwear on the front.

Jess said...

WOW. 11. That is freakin hilarious! I love it! And daughter added the underwear...awesome. Soooo, about that Miller Lite...

Jim Styro said...

Ellie: I don't remember receiving that particular card at all. I guess it's just one of those repressed memory things - where my mind is trying to protect itself against something so horrifying that it can't truly be comprehended.

Or something.

MAW: As if there weren't enough complicity to go around already...

Jess: The Miller Lite? It's yours, if you want it.

Pamela said...

only an 11 year-old would suggest miller lite. too funny.

lisleman said...

great that your son would enjoy teasing you with that. If I ever did that with my father - well lets say I'd be wishing I never did. This could be a lesson in marketing with sex but then again you are probably better off just dropping it.

Captain Dumbass said...

Treacherous wench? Awesome.