Monday, November 17, 2008

What happens when you don't post for 5 days...


...kind people like Jill (http://jilljillbobill.blogspot.com/) give you an award!! Not just any award, but the Jiggity Jig motherload award. Jill, does this mean you like me better when I'm not posting?? Jill? Jill? Where are you? Conveniently, Jill is on a cruise this week, so she will be unable to answer my question.
The best part of this award is that I, I, I ,I get to make up the rules for how it is passed on!! Mwahhhhh...I will bestow the award upon the following buddies of mine...
Congratulations girls! Now, one catch. I am asking that upon accepting this award, you share a blog post about one of the the funniest, annoying, or most embarassing holiday meal you have ever been present for. I can't wait to see what you come up with! I'll go first -
A couple of years ago, I treated myself to a very expensive yet lovely holiday skirt. I loved it, and couldn't wait to wear it for the holidays. I wore it and got many compliments on it, thereby validating (in my mind) the purchase. I wore the treasured skirt to my husband's family Christmas gathering. My mother in law, infamous for not being ready when guests arrive, comes downstairs (about an hour after we arrive) IN THE SAME SKIRT. THE SAME FRIGGIN' EFFIN' SKIRT. ARRRRRGH!!! I WAS DRESSED LIKE A ALMOST 70 YEAR OLD WOMAN. A WOMAN THAT TOLERATES ME, AND I HER. Can anyone spell "awkward"?
File that one under annoying. I never did like that skirt anyway.

4 comments:

Cindy said...

Oh, my. Thank you! I'll have to noodle this one over. I am easily annoyed, so that sounds like the obvious place to start. . . .

The skirt: very funny. Maybe you can keep it to haul out when you are 70?

amelia bedelia said...

congrats, too, on all the awards! yes, the loser is livin' it up on the open seas!

kristin said...

Crawling out of my hole to say, "WooHoo!" and Thank You!

bernthis said...

Most embarrasing holiday meal? Oh God. I don't know. I'm sure there is one b/c I'm me and embarassing myself is a past time. I need a minute or five.

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