Leapin Liebster TWO

Several months ago, I received the Liebster Award.

It sounds like a benign wenis growth, but it's not.
Google wenis. I will wait.

Anyway, I remember receiving this award for the first time. I remember it well.

I called my half-deaf Aunt Ida and told her I got a blogging award and she was all "What?" and I was all "Blogging award! I got a blogging award!" and she was all "What?" and I was all "Blogging award! I GOT A BLOGGING AWARD!" and she was still all "What? Flogging Accord?" and I was all "Yes, Aunt Ida. I got a flogging Accord." and she was all "What's a flogging Accord?" and I was all "A flogging Accord is where you beat the shit out of people in your Honda." and she was all "Okay."

I love that joke, and I don't know why. I mean, I made it up, and very rarely do I make myself laugh, but that flogging Accord bit gets to me every time I think of it. I'm such a freaking riot idiot.

Anyway, I got the Liebster Award from TWO people this week.

The first came from the lovely and talented Kathleen of Michigan Left. This woman is a phenomenal story teller, and she always leaves the kindest comments on my blog posts. I just heart her to pieces. And if she's in Michigan, and I were Michigan, I wouldn't leave. I'd stay. I'd just stay.

The second came from Wily Guy of It's My Mind. Wily and I go back a few eons, and he's just a gem. An absolute freaking gem. Check out his mind. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll crave mashed potatoes.

Go read these kids.

Now, with both of these Liebster Awards, I am required to answer questions about myself and stuff.

I would love to do that, but I blog at night, and guess what? I have a busy night ahead of me for the next seven to nine nights. No lie.

I've got practices and parties and extra-curriculurs. I have to help cut my neighbor's cat's toenails AND....wait for it.... I have to take half-deaf Aunt Ida to the movies to see A Good Day to Die Hard in 3D. It's going to be absolutely epic, and I'm sure it will produce a blog post. Hmmm. Since that evening will produce blogging material, let's say I will be "working" that night.

I would answer the questions right now, but my kids just blew up the Wii and a Mumford and Sons CD is stuck in the Blu Ray Player and my husband decided to have boys night tonight. This means I will add "girls night" to my list of to-dos.

So, I'm not going to answer any questions.  

However, I'm passing the award along. And for those that receive it, you don't have to answer questions, either. You just have to accept it and pass it on.

No, I take that back.

You have to answer ONE question. Just ONE.

1. If you could be any condiment, what would you be and why?

After you answer that question, you have to write a paragraph about the most creative thing you've ever done.

Then you have to write one sentence about mating Meerkats.

And that one sentence about mating Meerkats cannot include prepositions.

And the winners are...

Outlaw Mama

Mod Mom Beyond IndieDom

The Cat Lady Sings

The Girl Next Door Drinks and Swears

Life on Peanut Layne

My daughter just screamed down the stairway, "Mama! I don't know if these are chocolate nut clusters or if baby brother just pooped in the floor!"

Seriously. That just happened.

This is why I don't have time to answer questions.