Apparently, snarkiness and PMS and panic-assedness and whining equal NICE! in Kristabella’s world (yea, actually, she’s from Chicago and is was a Notre Dame fan so that makes sense [edited to say she used to be a ND fan]) because she gave me the “Nice Matters” award.

According to Kristabella:

“It’s for those bloggers who are nice people and good blog friends - those who bring good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world.”

I am truly honored. And grateful that some people think my sick, sick humor is worth spending time reading. Because, y’know? the things that pop into my brain and come out my mouth usually have this affect on others:

Oh, wait. No, that’s a U of M player after last Saturday’s game. Oops! Um, sorry about that Dude. Better luck this week. I won’t be sitting on the 3-inch-wide seat in the endzone tomorrow. You should be cool.

Aaaaaanyway. (Y’all, I know I ramble. I try not to, but y’know? What the hell.)

Without further ado, here’s my picks for passing along of the “Nice Matters” award. I’m awarding them all for the same reason, they make me laugh out loud and they understand the craziness. Also, they’re good at bitchiness, because we all know that sometimes, bitchiness is just nice wearing black lace and leather.

• Jilt - from Parentville - Cookie medicine. It works, I know it does.
• Cupcake - Honey, even 180 days will pass eventually. I promise.
• Mouse - Um. About that Irish score? Maybe they should have worn the green.
• Sue - Excellent use of power sander - and completely understandable.
• Mini - 5 words. “No feeding tubes on the field.”

And honorable mention to all of you who stop by and wish me well in this new venture that I’ve taken on. Blogging? Humor writing? Whatever it is, it’s a hella lotta fun.

—- And then, there’s Mr. Hot who yelled in from the living room last night just as I was taking a drink of ginger ale. Completely without warning, rhyme nor reason. “Did you know that today is ‘Screw Your Husband Day?’” I’m telling y’all. The Snark? It’s self defense. —-