Late breaking awards.

Sorry for the delay, Pixies. This week was kicking my butt.

The Style Award goes to kathy a. for:

in recount news,
the major blues involve clothing.

new wind is blowing.

Hurray for shiny new jackets. Marching Band dads dancing to Elvis, babies that sleep, potential for “Actual Impact” from the work you do, roofs that shed water, lingering paperwork vanquished, and the approval of temporary ‘long term’ disability status.

Great Pixie sympathy to everyone dealing with aching hands and aching heads, full time “part time” jobs (note: plural), friends’ grief, wee bairns with Bodily Fluid Issues, babies that don’t sleep, demon-possessed students, terminal exhaustion, and kitty fight club.

The Elevated Risk of Mullet Award goes to liz for: “Anti-whine: I had occasion to quote They Live today. Always a good thing when you can say, ‘I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum.’”

If we cant be liz when we grow up, we are at least drafting her, as kathy a suggests, for “for Chief of the Cluestick Posse. She has what it takes.”

The Old Skool Award, along with clothespins for family noses, goes to Neighbor Lady and the dead thing loose in her house. We hope the dead thing is… less smelly? Gone? Something? soon.

Thanks for your patience. Next week's whining will be hosted by the fabulous kathy a!