Last night’s picture-posting debacle was yet another example of how delicate it can be to maintain a public blog about my life without stomping on the toes of my family and friends.
I’ve sort of adopted the mantra that if I can’t say it to the person’s face, I can’t blog it. And, man is that hard. There are times my hands itch to write about something a family member did, or something a person in town said.
I’ve screwed up a few times. Thankfully, those screw ups have been fixable, like last night when I went ahead and removed Belly’s drawing of a 400-pound me with arms that looked like nipple tassels.
But, it is totally not fun for me to take that picture down. I don’t think I’m being mean-spirited in posting it, although Belly would beg to differ.
Listen, Bell, if I wanted to be mean spirited, there are so many other things I could post. Like. . .
the family member who is driving me crazy. . .
the neighbor I really dislike. . .
the hilarious story involving a urinal that someone begged me not to tell. . .
the juicy gossip about an affair in town. . .
the friend who totally disappointed me. . .
the kids I cannot stand. . .
the woman I met with a terrible Botox job. . .
It’d make for a good read, but I couldn’t do it. So, Belly, give me a break. If you start saying, “don’t put this on your blog” every single time you do something outrageous or noteworthy, it’ll really bum me out.
Thankfully, Jilly and D are still too young to censor me much. I still have a few years.
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