How My Life Was Made Less Poopy
I have been given the I Love Your Blog award by Karen of Miscellaneous Adventures of an Aussie Mum. She has no idea how much better this has made my morning, which was already filled with cheese-stealing cats, a sudden summer cold, spilled coffee, and an actual, bona-fide bag of shit.
Not to draw too much attention away from this lovely award, but seriously? A surprise bag of fresh shit is a lot less fun than you might imagine.
But back to the award at hand. Blogging and I have a happy codependency that no therapist could tear asunder, and it feels so good to be recognized for my favourite obsession. As it happens to be with this type of award, there a few rules to follow, and I am more than happy to do so, because passing on this kind of appreciation can only give us all a case of the warm fuzzies. The rules are:
In no particular order, I bestow the I Love Your Blog award upon the following:
Her Bad Mother, because Catherine is a woman of rare literary talent, which inspires me to be a better and more thoughtful writer.
3hive, because that's where I find new-to-me music I love that I never would have had the opportunity to hear otherwise.
The Bloggess, because when my brain is thinking all sorts of nasty things that I'd rather it not, Jenny's writing takes my brain down little, winding paths of absurdity until I don't know how to get back from whence I came.
Out of Character, because Erin kills me.
Counting Sheep, because Notquiteawake also kills me.
bighappyfunhouse, because vintage vernacular photography plays the harp strings of my heart.
I Blame the Patriarchy, because who couldn't love an über-feminist spinster aunt who goes by the name Twisty Faster?
Read these fine weblogs and bask in the goodness.
And do you know what else has made this literal bag-of-shit day a little less craptacular? In honour of my celebrating this website's fifth anniversary, FuelMyBlog has made this place their Blog of the Day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and scrape down my poop-caked moleskine and my member's card for the hoity toity pet shop that sold us the cat food that started this whole poop process in the first place.
The poop cometh, and poop is flushethed away.