Snow Flurries and Pixie Awards

Miranda gets this week’s Style Award (Yoda Edition) for her brilliant haiku:

Turning eleven

Her father will drive four states.

Pay for trip I must.

As usual, we have bodily fluids, of a wide variety. Our sympathy to liz for post-weaning leaking, lo these many years later; Sue for “bringin’ the barf;” and – happily - not esperanza’s baby.

kathy a. gets a Double Elevated Risk of Mullet for “collision of factory-installed quirks “ and her “supervisorial superpowers.” Remember, kathy a., if your sister wants to make you her project, someone in that conversation has “issues,” but it isn’t you.

Amy swept the Whine of Substance category this week, sharing that her daughter needs general anesthesia to get her tongue-tie fixed. We will be thinking of you both – when is her surgery?

Her runner up, who will assume the W-O-S sash, in the event that Amy is unable to perform her duties, is liz, with a toxic coworker loose in the cubicle farm. We are sending cluesticks - it’s up to you, liz: you can either arm HR or use them to build a barricade outside your door.

The Early Old Skool Award goes to Sue for “bringin’ the barf.” We hope you feel better, but in the meantime, please don’t share! The Late-breaking Old Skool Award goes to Elizabeth and her lost gloves.

Sympathies go to all Pixies dealing with early mornings, funerals, good sisters gone wrong, el-cheapo landlords, internet shopping errors that result in five sets of orders, travel expense for guests, vans self-destructing, and “living in a soap opera.” Hopefully the medical practitioners who listen and act on our behalf, successful bra shopping, little girls turning 11, ethics hotlines, babies feeling better, and the SCHIP reauthorization will lighten the load a little.

It’s still winter, so I wish snow days to those who want them (KLee), but not those who don’t, and a warm week to all the Pixies.

Miranda will be your hostess with the mostest next week.