Prizes!

There’s no doubt about it: kathy a. wins a hall of fame, lifetime achievement Style Award for her little ditty that sums up so much that we pixies whine about: Disengage!

Old Skool competition is high this week . . .

- Diane was chewed out by Mrs. Fancypants for not properly addressing Mr. Dr. Fancypants!
- Elizabeth locked her keys in her car but didn’t get it stolen!
- Liz had a flat tire, but still got to her final final on time!
- Sara’s son’s teacher didn’t even read the poem she crabbily lovingly constructed!
- Turtlebella’s nose is cold!
- Sheila has (c)han(n)uk(k)a(h)* wax under her nails!
- That Mommy thinks “All those people selfishly wishing for the future to just get here already are speeding up time”!
- Magpie can’t get no respect for her successful volunteer efforts!

The lull between major holidays has a lot of us in its thrall. Thank goodness.

Not feeling so good this week: Hugs, sympathy, and wishes for good medical care go to KLee’s dad and Camera Obscura’s mom. I hope Elizabeth’s cold thingy doesn’t last too long, Andy gets his contact lenses sorted out, Margalit gets her plumbing fixed and a ride when she needs one (fireplacing fireplacers!), Scrivener gets his almost-ex out of his hair, and Genevieve’s co-worker enjoys her package when it comes in the mail, instead of with a hug.

By popular acclaim (and a whole lotta chuckles) the Elevated Risk of Mullet Award goes to KLee for " and I guess it decided to commit tree hari-kari." Third time’s the charm, right KLee?

Mazel Tov to Liz on finishing finals finally, and to Miranda for her fancypants award! Woohoo!

Thanks to everyone for playing, and tune in next week when the Christmas celebrators can complain about last minute mall crowds and the (c)han(n)uk(k)a(h) celebrators can complain that the house still smells like latkes and all the chocolate gelt is gone.

*credit to wolfa for this marvelous way of spelling the Jewish winter solstice holiday.