Housekeeping...

I know, I know.

But there's LOTS going on, and I've been busy busy busy. I've missed you all, though. Vair much. But you're right--I've been terribly remiss.

So.

First, April and May are fortuitous months. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all my favoritest peeps--Ethel, Linda, Stephen, and Frango-go. *smooch* Oh, and me! (Btw-my mom and the boys made me a zombie bunny head cake. Now that's love. Trying to find pics...)

Second, I received an award from Miss Mags. (Yes, I know, Mags. I'm way behind, I did admit it.)


Sophie Littlefield, who I adore and not only because she revealed she possesses a true appreciation for jug wine, (Don't know her? Yet? Well, you will.) gave it to Mags. Mags gave it to Linda and Frango and Ethel and Underpants and most ingeniusly, to me.

Well, I think it was most ingenius.

So anyway, I have it now. The Sisterhood Award. I suspect it was because I agreed to ship her some bunny head cake. I also told her she could borrow my mom because she makes bunny head cakes and Mags really really wanted a bunny head cake. But then, Mags has done so much for me, especially letting me forward her all my rejections, that I feel like I owe her--at the very least--my mom and her zombie bunny head cake. Frankly, I feel unworthy.

There are those definitely worthy, however. Like HL Dyer (who's smart and funny and has great hair and writes about flying sperm), Miss Daisy (who I adore because a girl could pee her pants just reading her blog AND she knows the cruel and constant manipulation all cat owners must endure), and Gillian (for she's so funny and talented and would probably let me convince her to run off to Vegas for a girl's weekend involving margaritas served up by myriad cabana boys), and The Closet Gymnast(because she's also taken up juggling in addition to cartwheels on the front lawn, though why is beyond me.) I couldn't ask for better people to be able to pass it on to-so I think they should all have a Sisterhood Award, too.

And speaking of worthy people. Mom. You get the biggest Sisterhood Award of them all. Oh, and Mags wants you for her own now. You have to bring the cake pan, though.