Ohhh, Stacy, You SHOULDN'T Have.... Really.

You know, I was just sitting here, browsing my favorite blogs and forums, avoiding my children, and dreaming up inventive new ways to give away books, and I got the weirdest, stabbing pain in my right forearm. OW. Seriously, I thought I was going to have to get offline for the evening, and we can't have that, now can we?

Fortunately, my next click (painful though it was) led me to Stacy's latest update, where certain things became clear to me. I was moved to tears by her consideration. *sniff*

OW! god, LCJ, give it a rest, will you? I'm ON it already... sheesh.

Truly, love makes the blogosphere go round, does it not? Well, either that or fear of creepy painting-inhabiting alter-egos. In the spirit in which it was created and passed on to me, HERE!! YOU TAKE IT!! TAKE IT NOW!! I Heart Book Gossip! you need an award, don't you? sure you do. Here you go. And Barbara. You too. Get on it, OK? And don't dawdle, that's my advice.

*rummages for icepack*

*sheeze. I even SAID she wasn't creepy. You'd think that would count for something. Though clearly I was WRONG. OWWW!! Quit it already!!*

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PS, I wish to be perfectly clear that in the event that you do not pass on this award AND you experience sudden onset, crippling stabbing pain, it has nothing to do with ME. I do not now nor have I ever been party to any individual or organization which advocates the use of voodoo dolls and/or pins stuck therein for motivational purposes.

SHE started it.