Be warned, bad words follow.

OK, here goes another swing at the old bat. Not that Old Bat, no my muther is done, gone and dead to me. I mean my verbal assault bat.
Friendships, like any relationship, are hard. They require work, maintenance and sometimes overhauling. Several months ago two of my very good friends had a falling out. I remained friends to both because I graduated 8th grade and can act like an adult.
Now, one of the friends whom I briefly shared a food blog with because neither of us really posted to it on a regular basis has her panties in a bunch because I did not TELL her that I had started my own food blog. Babe, I made the same announcement to you as I did to everyone else I know- I put a link on the sidebar of my regular blog. I'm sorry that you couldn't take off your selfish glasses and read it like every-fucking-other-person-I-know. I'm sorry that you feel neglected that you didn't get a hand written, notarized statement telling you that I have my own opinion and wants and ideas regarding MY food blog. And oh yeah, IT'S A FUCKING BLOG! Not a novel, not a cooking book, not a 3x5 collection of index cards, IT'S A FUCKING BLOG!
I put work into my friendship with this person, real work. It was hard not to get upset at the fact that someone I cared for had hurt someone else I cared for. But work time's over. To coin her phrase, "All done".
My only regret in all of this is that I gave her a great dining room set FOR FREE. I wish I had that back.