I was recently called a b*tch on social media. By teen boys that we know. They live up the street from us. A few years ago, they vandalised our property . . . a few times. To be clear, they really are just boys . . . certainly not men.
I've decided that it is indeed, a badge of honor to be called a vile name by boys such as these. Because frankly? If they go out of their way to announce to their peers that I'm a b*tch? Then I must be doing something right. In fact, they think so much of me that they know about my little 'ole blog. They even encouraged me to go "rant about it on my blog."
It's certainly something to think about for a minute or two, but not nearly worthy of a rant.
Instead, I'll just lay about, fancying myself to be the neighborhood b*tch. I suppose they mean it as negative thing. But somehow, I'm a little proud.
How's that for a blogging comeback? #notevenclosetoarant #takethatboys #imaproudb*tch #yourmamashouldwashyourmouthsoutwithsoap