More from Aunt Madge

"See, they do ask for me. And you didn't think I had fans."

"One person asked for you. It doesn't mean you have fans. Plural."

"You're just jealous."

"Whatever."

"Admit it Anna, you're jealous."

"I'm letting you use my blog to advertise your blog. How jealous can that be?"

"Because sweetie, you know that by advertising my blog you're getting people to come to yours."

"Aunt Madge, do you see this teenage thing I'm doing with my eyes? I'm rolling them."

"And it's very unattractive. Maybe you should write to me for advice about that bad habit of yours and your jealousy issues. See, there, you're doing it again."

"All right, if there's anybody still reading this, go visit Aunt Madge at askauntmadge.blogspot.com so that she can stop driving me crazy for awhile."

"You know if you keep rolling your eyes that way they might get stuck in the back of your head and you would spend your life looking at your brain."

More Insanity

Okay, there's some amount of craziness over at Ask Aunt Madge...

"Yeah, this time it's your fault."

"I was just paying you back, Aunt Madge."

"Just come on over everybody."

"There's something about pickles."

"It's not about pickles, Anna."

"Hey, you brought up pickles and now I'm hungry."

"For those of you out there, I have advice about work at home jobs, not pickles."

"I'm still hungry."

Is Aunt Madge Ready for the Big Time?

"Aunt Madge has posted again. Go to Ask Aunt Madge."

"That's the way to sell me? Come on, you can do better than that."

"Well, what am I supposed to say? The stupendous, amazing, wise and wonderful Aunt Madge and her brilliant advice blogs again?''

"That's good! I like that. It's short, to the point, and absolutely true."

"I am not going to say that. It sounds like an introduction for a magic show in Las Vegas with girls in skimpy costumes and albino tigers."

"I don't wear skimpy costumes or have a tiger, but my words are pretty magic and they would work quite well in Las Vegas. Who knows, maybe one day..."

"Oh, I don't think so."

"You don't know what I was going to say."

"I do to. You were going to suggest that someone pay you millions of dollars to appear at your own show in Las Vegas."

"Well why not? They just paid a guy a billion bucks to make dolls and pieces of foam talk. At least I help people."

"I'm rolling my eyes."

"And lets not forget Dr. Phil."

"You are not Dr. Phil."

"No thank goodness. I have a full head of hair."

"And on that note I think I'll end this conversation."

"Don't forget to visit me. Remember Ask Aunt Madge. And if you want me to solve your problem just send me a note, because I'm tired of solving Anna's problems."

"Hey, they're not my problems."

"Yes, dear. We all know that." (you can't see me, but I'm winking at you all.)