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I have to
come clean about this award thing.
The truth
is that I don't like them.
But because
I am a female Canadian of a certain
age my
response, (on the odd occasion when
someone
actually gives me one), is usually
"How lovely."
But, (and I
hate to say this), that's not how I really feel.
Usually they cause me a great deal of anxiety.
Heck, one
of the last ones I got the giver doesn't
even read
my blog.
She just
reads my comments on HER blog.
Jeesh!
Anyway.
When I
first heard about a blogger award
the winner
had to pass it on to one
person. And that wasn't too bad.
Now it is
up to seven and I think you have to
include
a video of
yourself selling your first born child on the corner
of Yonge
and Bloor in downtown Toronto.
My point is...
well, it probably doesn't matter what my
point
is.
I doubt if
anybody is still reading.
Except maybe Doug, my first blogger buddy.
Anyway.
I've burnt
my bridges,
managed to
offend everyone in one swell foop.
I'll be
drummed out of my circles and
stripped of
my blogger epaulets.
My virtual
goose is cooked.
But the
relief of having finally said it
is
enormous!!
Whew!
P.S. But I'm always pleased when my buddies get an award!
Just think of me as the neurotic sitting in the corner, eating the
serviettes.
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