The Scientific Method
I read in a WordPress news update that reblogging is back. And since I don’t eat pork, I thought this was way more exciting than hearing news that McRib is back. Though slightly less exciting than when I heard that disco is back.
(Turns out the last one was a false alarm. Fortunately, I can still do the Hustle alone at home to my Bee Gees albums. Unfortunately, I can’t return the frosted teal eye shadow.)
I’ve been wanting to promote The Middlest Sister on my blog for some time now. Amazing, talent up the ying-yang and laugh-out-loud-funny. Plus, if you don’t have the time to read blogs, this one practically reads itself (if that even means anything). Although, don’t hustle through it too quickly (for one, the Hustle is not back). It’s the tiny details in her work that are the best part. And you need to linger a bit to catch those.
I thought about asking Nicki to do a guest post for my blog. But if you knew how long she spends on just a single frame of a single post, you would know that this would be like me asking her to give me a kidney or something.
I urge you to not only check out this newest post but to subscribe to her blog. It’s like getting a little dose of happy in your inbox every week. Sometimes twice a week. The frequency really all depends on whether Nicki’s scissor elbow is acting up.
Important to note, Nicki (the blog creator) is not the middlest sister. She’s the oldest sister. Chrissy, the blonde, is the middlest and apparently the one whose childhood antics made her most worthy of being the featured attraction. You can see for yourself why. She reminds me of a certain bratass kid I knew once. Yeah, that’s right. Me.