My Featured Blogger this week is Meg Clift of the blog site Megspot. Meg doesn’t blog often, but when she does it’s a worth-the-wait installment in the continuing adventures of a bemused and oh-so-human humorist.
Meg’s Bio: “I live in rural Victoria with a small mini-me, long-suffering husband and two narcissistic, psychotic cats.”
Meg also posts these rave reviews:
“She’s a bit weird.” ~Comment from boy in grade 7
“You’re a bit weird.” ~Husband
“Don’t worry Mum, you’re not that bad.” ~Daughter
“Can you stop staring at me?” ~Random man on train
Jump off the Meg Clift today! (Yeah, I know, that was lame.)
When Molly was in grade two, her teacher called me aside to tell me that she and her BFF had been in a bit of an argument, but neither girl would talk about why. The teacher went on to say that the other girl had said that Molly called her a B-word.
When I had sufficiently recovered from my shock, I asked Molly why she would call anyone a B-word.
“Because she is!” Her chin began to tremble, so I decided to leave it until she was a little calmer. No point in provoking a string of expletives in front of the teacher.
The following day, the mother of the other girl met me outside the classroom.
“So Molly called my daughter a B-word.”
“I know. I’m so sorry – I don’t even know where she would have heard it. I can’t imagine what she was thinking!”
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