So I just finished changing my pants since I peed from excitement when I saw that Arden created the I Mustache You a Question Award and nominated me, albeit only because I sit next to her all day, and she thought I’d bitch about not winning. Geez. Anyhow, that’s not what matters, right? What really matters is that my awards list is getting longer by the day! Even Bitter Ben awarded me with his Bitterly Pressed Award because he’s trying to piss off Arden. I’m beginning to like how this whole award thing works… piss a bunch of people off and shower Alicia with awards in the process! This is a win-win for me! Thanks Arden!!!
Anyway, back to business. Here are the rules for this bomb-diggity award:
1. Add the award badge to your blog page.
2. Thank the person who nominated you. (Thanks Arden!)
3. Answer your nominator’s question.
4. Nominate two bloggers for the award to keep it going.
5. Ask the new winners your incredible question.
6. When you’re awarded this, think of your two favorite bloggers at that very moment. Here are your winners!
7. You can’t award the Mustache Award to the person who nominated you. Make someone else’s day.
First, I’ll reveal my nominees for the ‘I Mustache You a Question Award.’ They are…..
Blogging is the extent of her social life, as well.
and
She actually likes human contact. She deserves an award for that in and of itself.
My question for both of these amazing ladies is:
If you could have a whole weekend with no kids to worry about and chase around, what would you do? What would your fantasy weekend consist of? (No guilt about not having the rugrats, either, by the way.)
Okay, now that that part’s out of the way, I’ll move on to Arden’s question for her nominees. She asked “Is there something you’ve been holding back from someone that you just want to scream in their face but can’t (or won’t)? It can be a friend, a coworker, a spouse or boyfriend, a relative. Why haven’t you told them?”
Well, since you asked…
You all know how I feel about the one particular Turkey Leg Fatty Patty whom I see every day. You know… the one who drives me insane with every single thing she does? Well, last week while Arden was enjoying her amazing vacation, and I was stuck here to deal with Chunky McChunkerson on my own, I was surprisingly well-behaved. I only gave her the look of death maybe three times a day, as opposed to the normal 15 times. And, I did not scream in her face that she should never EVER wear that purple dress again. Ever. For the love of God. Ever.
Why, you ask? What was so wrong about the purple dress?
She looked like Violet Beauregarde. When she turned into a blueberry.
Actual photograph of Turkey Legs
On Friday, when the ice cream truck came for Employee Appreciation Week, I wanted to offer to roll her down to the parking lot just like any good Oompa Loompa would do. But I didn’t. I was scared she was going to pick the whole ice cream truck up and eat it. (You know… like King Kong does when he picks up the girl??)
My fellow co-workers and me rolling Turkey Legs to the ice cream truck
I held back. I contained myself. Why?
Simple: I didn’t want to be eaten.
Imperfectly Perfect 