Awards: That was the week that was

Whoa. I had a week. It's mostly better now, except for the lack of bread and pasta. Thanks for your patience.

Our traveling pixies are probably on the road already, but a shout out to Genevieve, with hopes that your tummy held its own long enough for you to plop the rest of your body on a beach chair in the sun. Also, Passover in a place that lives on rice and beans is Teh Brilliant for all of us who follow that set of rules. Love it!

And, for Sara, who may not see this until it is *so* not funny that it still isn't funny, I bestow the Alanis Morissette Award, because her tale of MIL medical malfeasance is "Too much to ask for, and she is not the doctor."

Catch 22 Award to kathy a., for "the HBP is stressing me out, and that's bad for the BP."

Holy What?!? Award to our resident clergy pixies, esperanza and Sue. You probably haven't had time to read this yet, anyway.

Old Skool Awards go to margalit, for "The. Brisket. Is. Bigger. Than. My. Roasting. Pan." and to Amy for "morning is dumm." (I'm with you on that one, Amy!)

Awk-Award, Outlaws Division, to redzils. What color are the sheets in the guest room? And why the heck isn't your boyfriend staying put where you placed him?

Finally, Bite Your Tongue Till It Hurts Award to KLee, who couldn't whine (except to us, of course) about a colossal waste of money and time on her daughter's ski trip, because the rest of the group racked up an impressive number of injuries and acting like a grownup seemed like the best course of action.

Toodles for now, pixies. See you next week, when I hope to have my sanity back, and redzils will take the mic to tell us the latest whines in her moving/job/domestic extravaganza.