VANITY YOUR NAME IS MRS. CRANKY

VANITY YOUR NAME IS MRS. CRANKY

YOU’RE SO VAIN

 You walked into the bedroom, thinking you were so hot

Your eyebrow strategically raised up high

Acting just like I don’t know what

You had one eye on my computer as you watched me typing my post

And then you complain I make you look foolish, make you look foolish

You’re so vain you probably think this blog is about you

You’re so vain I bet you think this blog is about you

Don’t you don’t you

Mrs. Cranky thinks I pick on her in some of my posts.  When I start to type, she asks “What are you saying about me now?”

I refuse to tell her.  If she wants to know what I’m writing, she should subscribe to my blog. She will not.  The only time she reads my posts are when she peeks over my shoulder and sees me type “Mrs. Cranky.”

“What are you saying now?  Making fun of me again? Is that how you impress all your on-line girl-friends…making me look stupid? Do they know you are a jerk?”

“First of all, they are just other bloggers; they are not on-line girl- friends.  Second of all, I don’t make fun of you and from the comments I get everyone loves Mrs. Cranky. Thirdly, if they read this blog, yes, they know I’m a jerk.  And this post isn’t even about you; it’s about the coming snow storm!” (Well it is about you now.)

“I just want to know when you post about me so I can comment a rebuttal.”

“What do you care?  No one who reads this knows you anyway.  So what if I sometimes exaggerate a little?”

“A little!  You make me look like an idiot who curses like a sailor!”

“Well you do speak a little roughly from time to time, and sometimes when A=b and b=c, your A doesn’t =c.”

“You exaggerate!”

“I blog because I love!”

“JERK!”

I think Mrs. Cranky is just a little bit vain.

This re-run is from February 2014