Piper wants paid. She’s figured out that you like this blog. She doesn’t know what 50,000 hits means but it sounds like an awful lot. Yesterday she demanded royalties.

“Shouldn’t I get paid, you know?” Piper asked. “For the blog? I do provide all of the content.”

“That’s true,” I agreed, “but I don’t get paid.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t charge anything for it. I don’t sell it. And I’ve said ‘no’ to advertisers so far.”

“Whatever,” Piper said, “I should still get paid.”

“In fact,” I added, “I pay for the domain and I pay for the privacy so that word press can’t do anything with my content.”

“Still,” she insisted, “I need money.” Piper doesn’t yet live in logic world.

“How much do you want?” Sissy opened the bidding.

“Five dollars.”

“Sold!” I said.

Piper paused. “I should have asked for more.”

“Yep,” Sissy agreed.