MM and I are rushing out the door in an hour to spend the day with his friend LovesHighSchoolMusical and her father at the amusement park. So this is gonna be quick!
Elevated Risk of Mullet goes jointly to Miranda ("Lastly, anyone want a ten and/or six year old? Mine are for sale. The intersibling warfare is free.") and to Esperanza ("it is apparently impossible to squeeze 20 hours of work into one 8 hour day").
The Houseselling Stress Award goes jointly to Sue and Susan. We are all sending fluffy wishes and a crate of lemons to each of you.
Purple_Kangaroo gets Whine of Substance this week. Peek, I'm sorry about your hip and hope that you can pop it back in fast. What right does your chiropractor have to be out of town when you need her?
Hooray to the future Dr. Zils!!
And the coveted Style Award goes to Quinn for the prose poem: "C'mon, folks, I only want to taste the rainbow! Why the conspiracy to torture me?"
And that's it for this week! Come on back next week and bring your friends!!!
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Thanks, Liz. The hip is better enough so that I can walk on it with only moderate pain today. Sometimes a good night's sleep is helpful.
Congrats to all the winners and hugs to all the whiners.
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