I thought I could never write about spiders, that is until I wrote a letter to myself from one here. (Yeah, I admit I wrote that, not Charlotte.) But anyway, that pretty much eliminated the one thing I never thought I could ever write about.
Save for one terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad thing.
But I’m onto you, Daily Post! If you get me to write a post about what I will never write about, you get me to write about it! Tricky work, Daily Post. I’m not sure of your angle, but I’m not falling for it!
I won’t do it. And you can’t make me.
Promise me gold . . .
Nope. Not going to write about it
Promise me diamonds . . .
Thinking about it and . . . no, not gonna do it.
Promise me fame and fortune.
Really? Well . . . are we talking a contract, piecework or . . .? Wait, I get it. I see what you’re up to, and I have my standards, and I won’t be tricked, so the answer is still and will forever be NO.
You may have fooled some Daily Post readers, but not this one. This girl wasn’t born yesterday, and you’ll have to try harder get me to fall for your shenanigans!
So you want to know the one thing I’ll never write about?
I’LL NEVER TELL!