The Biggest Sinner of All

I come from a long line of story tellers. Both factual and not so factual. Many times when we get together it is filled with pop-shootin'-out-your-nose kinda sinful fun. If we're havin an "on" day, we can turn any ole story into a rip snorter. If we're havin an "off" day...fer git it! Trust me when I say you'd rather pluck that nasty hair that shows up between your bellybutton and hiney-hoo after having crumb snatchers than listen to us blabber about anything.

Since I've dedicated this blog to the art of Straight Shootin' I have a little fessing up to do.

My first ever Public Fess: After I hear a certain story and I realize I myself have a similar story that I can share with some basic story-telling-drama/embellishment and it will be a better one, well that just tickles my insides. (I suspect it has to do with that whole only child, spent a wholelotta time by myself, being-my-own-best-friend, the center of my own attention, therefore, the world revolves around me thing.) Isn't that just kinda strange? Wacked? A tad on the ego-centric side? Who in their right mind gets a thrill out of something so...so...SO childish?

Me apparently.

It's just dumb.

I'm a sinner.

Pray for me please.

The following is an example of my sin. All because my friend told me a sweet story about her loving grandaddy.

This is my Grandfather...

and he's The Biggest Sinner of All.

My poor cancer-surviving, chemotherapy-enjoying aunt is missing her wig about now...

...and then comes the willing addition of Slut Red lipstick...

Grrrr....rrrr?




" OOoooopps...

Pardon me, could you please wipe those off and hand 'em back to me?

So sorry... I didn't intend for that splash of old man saliva to land right there..."

"Why yes, I am related to Popeye... is he a sinner too?"