Well color me happy! The Mad Gay Man has honored me with an award.
As usual, I’m only finding out about it now because I spent most of yesterday up to my ears in plaster dust. I didn’t hear his comment screaming at me to come read his latest post. Now that I’ve gone through a box of Q-Tips and touched up my manicure, I’m ready to write my acceptance speech.
Thank you. I accept.
(cue sporadic and confused applause)
Why this is just lovely!
Whoa there nellie. Not so fast. Could you not come up with something better than that? Did you not read the part where MGM said:
Blogdramedy…because she’s wittier than me.
Okay, yes. I see what you mean. But see…how can I be witty now? With this kind of pressure? You don’t just pull witty out of your ass and expect it to come out all shiny and clean. It’s a slog. It’s hell. It’s living torture.
I am not in any way an on-demand type of person. I am not Netflix.
Or a vibrator.
It takes me a while to warm up and get my motor running. Like now. I’m stuck in first gear and popping the clutch and I’ve got nothing.
So while I work on this slight mechanical problem with a shot of vodka to get lubricated, click here to read about all the other bitches love awards…awards.
Thanks Mad Gay Man for the blog love. When I’m primed I’m stealing borrowing your idea of using the Actors’ Studio Interview questions in a blog post. We’ll see if witty makes an appearance.
You deserve it! Yay you! Now, where in the hell is your email address? I have to ask you something! For the love of Pete! (And I don’t even know Pete, but apparently, everyone just LOVES him. Maybe he’s like…vibrator good. Or something.)
I think you’re thinking of Peter…the rabbit. Remember that episode of Sex in the City? *wink wink*
You can reach me at blogdramedy@gmail.com. I’m all a twitter waiting for this email!
You’re very welcome hon!
One of these days, we should meet up at your place and you can host because I’m cheap and will be living with my parents. We can swap stories, silly anecdotes, and laugh the night away while I get drunk off your alcohol.
I’m cheap, remember?
Only If I get the pink glitter pen and the feather boa.
As you wish.
Netflix doesn’t have your kind of witty. They say they do, but it’s only by mail.
You mean UPS is getting all the good stuff? That explains so much.
Acceptance speeches: when in doubt, just start thanking people no one’s heard of and then demand attention to an obscure cause. “Save the Norwegian Fjords,” maybe. “International Ban on Fake Maple Syrup.”
That’s what I like about you. Always using your noggin for good.
Congrats! Witty is not easy. So a deserved award
And I for sure admire people who can be witty on demand. Never works for me.
Thanks! I beg to differ. I’ve read your blog. There is much wit afoot. I have to be careful where I step.
congrats – You are absolutely correct that witticism doesn’t just grow on trees or fall from the sky waiting to be used. It’s tough rough going and occasionally wears on your vocabulary.
It’s a tough crop to grow.