Post last updated: October 10th, 2018

Miss Priss
Miss Priss in her youth

My favorite sister, Miss Priss, who happens to be my one and only sister (except for my adopted sister, Evie) is not a “regular” on the Southern Rural Route because she currently lives in another state. Miss Priss has a perfectly ordinary 1950’s name like mine but it doesn’t fit her. Momma always said she had an iron fist in a velvet glove. I went along with that assessment as long as there wasn’t a bug in the room that needed killin’. Her iron fist had a melt down at the sight of a bug. When I wrote my memoirs in 2007 about being a  domestic goddess drop out (not in publication), I gave her the nickname Miss Priss. I wanted to save her the embarrassment of being related to me or the rest of the family since she had been claiming for years that she had been dropped on Momma’s doorstep by roving gypsies. How this improved her status in life is beyond me. Momma agreed that Miss Priss was a fittin’ name.

Today is her birthday and she is in complete denial about getting older despite the fact that her Aging Meter is clanging and banging on the double nickel.

By the time my parents got around to her, they’d had some practice. The kid got the darkest brown hair and is probably the best looking of our bunch. However, this could change. If she doesn’t stop pulling those gray hairs out, she’s gonna be our BALD sister. Give it up, Priss. The Grim Reaper probably has a half-brother by the name of Wrinkle Reaper, who is in charge of all age-related body issues, including silver tresses. I’m sure he has your number.

Happy Birthday, kid.

18 thoughts on “MISS PRISS HAS A BIRTHDAY”

  1. I hope Miss Priss has a wonderful birthday! I can attest to the fact that pulling out grey hairs doesn’t help – in fact, my mother always said that two would grow back it its place, and I swear that happened to me! 😉

  2. A Happy Birthday sent to Miss Priss. In my family the name was Prissywhosits. My family says I was a gypsy orphaned child they found on the side of the road. Mama said, ” Well, she is kind of gaudy.”

  3. Your sister is lovely. I always wanted a sister–would have traded in any or all of my brothers for a sister.

      1. I am the favorite child. Happy Birthday Lady Di as I affectionately call you. Don’t you just love the way all the Furrball’s new friends think she’s interesting? They are right she is VERY interesting. I think she’s just weird but I love her. Never a dull moment with that one. Always orbiting the crooked moon and who can do that better?

  4. Happy Birthday Miss Priss. You sure are beautiful and I bet you look even more beautiful now. Best wishes.

  5. Dear Miss Priss, I can only imagine growing up with Mz. Chairman as your sister. I’m sure you have some interesting stories to tell. We met as two lost souls in the night and I count her as one of my more interesting friends. One never knows what might be heard from her mouth and I, being from a strict Baptist background am sometimes left speechless, sometimes amused, but never bored. I’m glad she was so very gracious and thoughtful to post a photo of you that anyone would agree that you were quite beautiful. That proves she loves you. I’m sure you are still pretty as is Mz Chairman when she wants to be. Mama always said “pretty is as pretty does”. Happy Birthday Miss Priss.

    1. Oh Lord, Priss, she really spelled it out here, didn’t she? No doubt you’ll agree with everything she said. I get that “interesting friend” thing a lot but it’s HOW they stretch the word out that makes me cringe.

  6. Happy Birthday to Miss Priss! I’ve spent some time wandering in your blog this morning…thanks for the laffs Miz Chairman, most appreciated!

  7. Man check out the big hair I had in that picture – must of been the 80’s. I had plenty of hair then and I still have plenty of hair because I don’t bother to pull the gray hairs. The majority of gray hairs are in the back of my head. So if I can’t see them, I don’t worry about them. Many thanks to all your friends for the birthday wishes. It was a lovely day. It is also nice of your friends to call you interesting instead of outright calling you CRAZY. Maybe you were the one left by gypsies, since you are so “colorful”. Linda, many thanks for the birthday wishes and the great gifts. My tomato seeds are finally sprouting and I have already moved the violet to it’s new pot.

    1. Oh! So now you’ve given up pulling the gray hairs, eh? You must keep me informed of these things so that I get them right on my blog. I just haven’t gotten anything into sprouting pots. Maybe today…

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