Sunday, December 27, 2009

Tales Of My Success Are Greatly Depreciated

Well. Reports of her magnificent success in the HumorPress writing contest have not garnered Mrs. Hillbilly Mom any increase in respect around the Mansion. In fact, quite the opposite has occurred.

To set the giant turd of disrespect rolling, the #1 son, the first person with whom I shared this fantastic news, commented, "That's good, Mom. I bet everyone who entered got an award." Thank you OH SO MUCH, my firstborn, for that rousing boost of confidence. I'm surprised I can still fit my head through the door. He went on to declare that I am now "...a regular Betty, the famous author who just died." And furthermore, when he told his dad about my electronic publication on Christmas morning, Underwhelmed H said only, "Hmpf." In keeping with the total apathy dished up on a paper plate of lukewarm ambivalence, The Pony added his two cents nonverbally, with a blank stare. You may be surprised to learn that I did not even mention my special award to my mother or my sister or my brother-in-law-the-former-mayor. If it ain't a leg lamp, it ain't a special award around these parts.

I won't be signing autographs any time soon.


Kathy's Klothesline said...

Daughters are better for the ego than sons. Both my girls and my daughter-in-law encourage me to write. Husband and son rarely read what I write and have no input... go figure.

Hillbilly Mom said...

You got that right. Unless they can eat it or spend it or fight with it, my guys pretty much ignore it.