My Landlady has done it again. We had an agreement, and she broke it.For much of the day, her site was down. This evening, the Landlord fixed it. ("How did you do it?" the Landlady asked. "I'm amazing," the Landlord replied.) I just went to her site and noticed that she's added MY friends to HER blogroll.
When I confronted the Landlady about this matter, she was unapologetic. "They're my friends too," she said. "I know we initially agreed to keep our blogrolls separate, but they're my friends now. I read their sites daily. I am thankful that you, Brad the Gorilla, have introduced me to your friends. Still, you don't have a monopoly on the blogosphere."
A-ha! I may not have a monopoly, but I do have a Bradopoly. I will be seeking official action to counteract this indignity. This in no way reflects on any insecurity on my part, nor do I worry that my friends are going to like my Landlady better than they like me. What a preposterous notion. This is business. Bradley Enterprises will prevail.
In the meantime, I'm going to make some cookies.
6 comments:
Brad, you will always be my favorite gorilla. ALWAYS. I'm making chicken imperial again this weekend, AND I have fresh batteries for the camera. (My brother missed out last weekend and has requested the dish--it really IS quite good.)
As for your landlady, I must admit, I consider you BOTH to be friends of mine, and you're BOTH on my blogroll, if that means links...
OH! AND I'm making home-made pizza on Sunday...I'm gonna try making my OWN stuffed crust...I'll post pics of that, too, if it turns out...
Mmmm... you were by blogfriend but then I encountered the lovely Alkelda... and she doesn't cast aspersions on the English nation by suggesting that we eat jellied eeels all the time! She's a lady and I've added her brilliantly amazing and stupendous "Saints and Spinners" to my little Planet Blog! That's life Brad! Get over it guy...move on!
Lady K, I am glad I will always be your favorite gorilla. If my Landlady becomes your favorite gorilla, I will throw a fit. (I will also recommend you get your eyes checked!) I am going to go over to your house on Sunday to try your stuffed-crust pizza. Make a couple dozen extra pies, and you'll be set.
Mr Pudding: You rapscallion knave! How dare you suggest that the English nation doesn't eat eels all the time! I'm shocked, dismayed... wait a minute. I'm a little confused. My temporary crown fell out again and I've lost bits of my brain along with it. Humbug, I say, humbug.
I need some pierogies.
The honest truth is, I don't know who I met first. I think it was Alkelda. However, us gruff types gotta stick together. On the OTHER hand, I'm an Italian Hitman, I gots to stay fresh with the ladies (but hands off, I know Mr. Landlord).
How can one compare? Really--I mean you're a gruff, talented, entrepreneur and she's a lovely, talented, storyteller. My repertoire of friends would be askew without either one!
Hitman J,
I suppose that's okay then. Still! The nerve of some people. My Landlady would be the first to admit that she owes all of her popularity to ME.
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