She a hater

My sister Faith tried to shake me down for my blog address today. Oh, what's that? You think it's weird that I wouldn't want to share my blog with my own sister? Then you clearly haven't met her...

'Cause my dear sister - bless her black lil' heart - is a hater.

In case you're not up on the lingo, I've provided an urbandictionary.com definition for you:

Hater (noun): Hating, the result of being a hater, is not exactly jealousy. The hater doesn't really want to be the person he or she hates on, rather the hater wants to knock someone else down a notch.

Susan: You know, Kevin from accounting is doing very well. He just bought a house in a very nice part of town.

Jane (hater): If he is doing so well, why does he drive that '89 Taurus?

Faith thinks that it's ridiculous for me to have a blog for the following reasons:

a) I'm old. (yeah, exactly 20 months older than her)
b) Nothing exciting ever happens to me. (untrue - I lead a thrilling life)
c) I live in Seaside.

The Seaside thing is an absolute falsehood. It's just one of her little jokes about how I'm so suburban that I practically live at the coast. She's funny. Real funny.

So the blog address remains a mystery to my dear sister for the time being. She'll have to get over that whole computer phobia thing if she wants to figure out how to track me down on the interweb. Do I sound like a hater? Well that's only because I learned all I know from the very best.

Kisses, Sis!