Hey hey hey! Lookie what I got in the mail! From Suzy at Hollywood: Where HOT Comes to Die. I've been wearing it all over the place. I think it makes me look kinda tough, don't you? Like, don't-mess-with-me tough? Shit happens in Hollywood, and I ain't a-scared tough? Except I'm semi-smiling, which kind of discounts my ability to intimidate even a gerbil. Anyway, I love it. So thanks, Suzy! Y'all, if you haven't visited Suzy, a very funny lady, go now. Wait, read all the way down, gift me with a comment, THEN go visit.
Gillian from A Daft Scots Lass gifted me with two awards. She likes me, she really likes me! Honest Scrap and Beautiful Blogger. (Aw, shucks.) Gillian is a Scot who now lives in South Africa. Is that intriguing or what?
Y'all go visit Gillian and say hey.
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I also got the Beautiful Blogger Award from Miz Dinah at Dinah Gogina, which is a new blog from a Vancouver girl.
Y'all go visit Miz Dinah too.
Help get her off to a good start.
I'm supposed to list seven things about me, per the rules of these thangs, but what I want to divulge at the moment is not really printable or appropriate, even for THIS blog. At least not without causing significant embarrassment to my family. It's all about them, people (them, them, them), so I must refrain.
Frankly, it's nice to know other bloggers appreciate the total B.S. I send out into the world, so thanks, Gillian and Miz Dinah, for recognizing awefabuwondercredible B.S. when you see it. If we pass on the street, though, I guess I wouldn't blame you if you pretended you'd never heard of me before . . . I mean, that Penis Week thing just happened, like a total accident or something. I can't be held responsible.
My daughter TG wanted to go to Goodwill recently, in search of a small chest of drawers for my #3 daughter who's visiting with her three-year-old from NOLA for TWO MONTHS! So I tagged along with TG and found myself in the book aisles (big surprise), scouring the titles for Christopher Buckley's Supreme Courtship, which I never did find. I think that book has been avoiding me for about a year. We didn't find the dresser either, but we did find this magical little ditty:
Talk about your smokin' deal! Who cares if these puppies are pre-owned, right? They must be special or somebody wouldn't have taken the time to hang them up. Now tell the truth, wouldn't these make a great gift for your special guy? Just in time for Spring Break.
Look how proud of her find TG is. We don't actually know how much these skivs were cuz we were sort of befuddled and giddy in the moment, but we're going with priceless.