I'm a finalist. I'm a FINALIST.
I'M. A. F-I-N-A-L-I-S-T!!
How on EARTH did this happen?
Don't get me wrong - this blog is gooood. The writing is top notch, the laughs are hearty and the author is well fit. Yet weirdly, despite my frustratingly humble ways, it's friends I'm lacking in. This blog is a pretty lonely place. It's befriended by fewer people than Rik Waller at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
So how on EARTH did this happen?
It's not like I put that much pressure on my huuuuge family, or coerced that many neighbours, or hounded that many terrified, injunction seeking strangers.
It's not like I voted for myself that many times, or invested in that much heavy artillery, or kidnapped anyone that crucial to the running of the country.
It's not like I wrote poison pen letters that were that intimidating, or rigged the nominations that reliably, or bribed the judges with that much extorted cash.
I most certainly did not do anything anywhere near illegal enough to find myself as a Brilliance in Blogging finalist.
So thank you Betty.
Your mouse clicking finger must be HANGING OFF.