One more day!
One more day!
Hey, look at my sidebar!
Look at the nifty badge-thingy I made to link to my sister's blog! I've been playing around with two illustratorish and photoshoppy programs I downloaded for free on The Internets. Okay, I'm no Roy Lichtenstein with the mad graphic skillz, but c'mon, I'd say that's pretty good for a first try, ain't?
Also, also....what did Slouching Mom do? Do you see what she did, that naughty minx? Do you see that other badge icon thing over there for the Blogger's Choice Awards? Do you see how she nominated my little ole blog in the category of Best Humor Blog?
Well, I'll be!
I owe her a Pepsi.
That was the nicest thing anyone's done for me since...since yesterday when my sister gave me a Quintessence Award for being her older sister - and not just because I still have one day to reveal the Perrier story, and she was buttering me up so I would not do just that.
Anyway, if you want to vote for my blog as Funniest Ha-Ha, well sir, I'd be much obliged. I think you have to log in to the site first, but after that you can vote away to your heart's content.
I don't expect I'll make much of a dent in the final outcome, what with being up against the likes of Puntabulous - who I just discovered and now have a mad and unrequited crush on. And Dooce, who - hello - I'm not going to even link to because that's like giving Bill Gates milk money. Not that I don't esteem and greatly admire and like Dooce, but really, she don't need me pedaling her wares.
But anyway, if I get ten votes altogether, that would be like better than sex.
Not that I don't esteem and greatly admire and like sex, but I just wish the boys would love me for my mind and not my hot...pedals.
Okay, onward and upwards!
Question From My Seestor
Someone famous is in town and hanging out with you for the day. Assuming you can get a babysitter, how would you spend the day and who is that lucky person?
Several people come immediately to mind.
And all of them for completely mercenary reasons.
I'd love for Bob Vila to come by and we'd spend the day putting a new roof on my house. Because I just got a new roof priced and, holy crap, $6,000. And I'm pretty sure that the shingles themselves only cost around $34.95, with the rest being labor and sunscreen and falling-off-the-roof insurance.
Although, I'd equally adore hanging out with Christopher Guest. We'd go to the Pennsylvania State Farm Show, and while fondling the John Deere tractors, I'd pitch him my idea for a mockumentary on the personalities and behind-the-scene shenanigans in the high-profile world of Indoor Chicken Dance competitors. (It's fer real, folks. Go ahead and click that link). This would be as opposed to Outdoor Chicken Dance competitors, because the X-games are a whole different scene.
Of course, I'd have a role written for myself as way to finally showcase my brilliant acting chops and extreme Chicken Dance mojo. (And, of course, I'd have to take Parker Posey out at the knees to ensure my spot in the film. I hear she gives wicked Chicken Dance.)
Last but certainly not least, I think I'd really enjoy an afternoon with Madonna, sorting through my old clothes, getting them ready for the thrift store. She and I are about the same size, and I think she'd very much appreciate some of my hand-me-down Payless Shoes.
Oh wait. That would be the other way around.
I'd very much appreciate some of her hand-me-down Dolce & Gabbana...uh...Jell-O molds.