Bring out the band; we've got some celebrating! Our longtime friend, Yankee Transferred, dropped in for a visit, winning the Style Award (on account of the poetry) for her tale of joy after sadness:
This year's anti-whine, in rhyme:
He's forty, it's true, and so is she,
Their children are all grown and gone.
The clock stopped for them in the face of disaster,
But life, as we know, carries on.
Their decades old marriage seems more like a week,
Still loving and caring and sweet,
So they hunkered down closely and went to bed,
No TV or Facebook or Tweet.
Through their valley of sorrow they slogged and they clawed up over the mountain of grief
They searched for answer-for any small sign-to offer a bit of relief.
Her period missed, and missed again-perhaps it was just a fluke?
"Not SO!" said the doctor and on May 24th
They will welcome their baby son, Luke.
Little Luke decided on the 23rd, after all. We all send our best and our love!
Neighbor Lady wins the Old Skool Award, for her classic whine about tightening pants. Nods all around the room. Bonus A/W: that mysterious weight loss thing has stopped, yay!
On the subject of clothing, the Nobody Knows the Trouble(some Sizes and Styles) I've Seen Award goes to Esperanza, who is looking for a fancy dress some months ahead of need, and finding nothing of appropriate fit, style, or cost. We are very impressed with the planning ahead, and the Posse has a few things to say to those in charge of sizing. Also, we look forward to whatever you come up with.
Liz wins the Fashionista Award, for many styling ideas, and her thought that perhaps she should be a personal shopper instead of a cog in the wheel. ;) Many thanks to Liz, also, for reminding me to breathe, and other helpful advice.
The Stay Out of The Kitchen, Already Award is of course won by our dear Sue, who sustained only minor burns. Sue, Sue, Sue. We trust the massage -- which is deeply envied around these parts -- helped put the whole you right again.
Sarah wins the Evolved Person Award, for many reasons. There is just a lot going on, what with raising kids and working and looking for a new job, and a grandparent newly to hospice. And right in the middle of it all, her soon-to-be-ex moved out; and his so-called friends flaked; and Sarah helped him. You know, that was the right decision, because it will be one less immediate problem. And even more because this, too, got thrown in your face, and you dealt. You, my dear, can do anything. Many hugs.
Cluesticks to people who don't understand that a sabbatical means you don't have to answer; all those people who want supper every.single.day; everyone who has a job opening and does not give it to my friend; people who think scanning is universally better than paper; and also available ala carte.
Let us end, friends, with a whine from Esperanza: "Today had 36 hours already, yes?" Yes, it did. Passing the stashed thin mints.
Thanks for playing! See you next week, when the fabulous Liz will host!
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ETA: Woot! Look at the top for a shiny new link to the Lexicon! A tiara to Liz for getting that going!
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