Well, my next-oldest sister, Mrs. Fanny Assingham, has up and gotten herself a big ol’ chunk of bloggy goodness. I won’t say she’s copying me, because then she’ll point out that she had a Ph.D. in English first, and then I’ll have to trump her with my two masters degrees, and then before you know it we’ll be back to some damned blue ceramic egg that I supposedly broke when I was just a tot.* Anyway, check out her blog; my sis Fanny is funny and bitter and literary, a veritable blogosphere trifecta.
*I certainly don’t remember the hypothetical egg or the alleged breakage. But I do remember being tied up with dishtowels and shoved into a closet when I was six or seven — oh, don’t try to deny it, Fanny, you and big bro did that to me when we lived on Mason Road and Mom had gone to town. I’m the victim here, folks, that’s all I’m saying.