Anyone has been reading PithyPants for a while is familiar with my sister. She has few boundaries and a twisted sense of humor. She’s the reason I had to categorize all my work friends in Facebook and block my Wall so they couldn’t read what she posted. Because – while funny – she’s can also be a bit of an HR disaster.
Ironically, in person she’s very sweet and polite. But online? She’s a menace. Especially because she knows Photoshop.
One of her recent amusements has been to take photos from my Facebook account and Photoshop them to subtly insinuate that I’m either a) pregnant or b) have a baby. It started in the wake of my visit to Michigan in August, when I had my arms crossed in a family photo so she stuck a baby in them.
Knowing that I don’t have a single maternal bone in my body and would rather hold a kitten, this tickled her.
Since then, she’s become increasingly subtle. Here are a few examples:
Baby Bump and Cankles, brought to you by Photoshop. And Alicia.
Stop staring at me like that. You'll make my baby cry.
It's hard to even sneak a bite with this second mouth to feed!
This last week, she shifted approaches. I received a SuperStar award at my company and a number of colleagues posted messages on my Facebook Wall alluding to my SuperStar status. My sister, being both pesky and curious about it, set about congratulating me in a way that only a sibling can:
"Congratulations, SuperStar!"
Oh, I look like I won an award all right. And like I’ve left my helmet just outside the frame.
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