A bird crapped on me as I was running on the beach about a week ago, and as I scraped the gunk from my shoulder with a small piece of driftwood, I remembered how bird poop purportedly brings good luck. What a load of BALONEY, I thought. This is just the type of thing people say to make you feel better about SCRAPING BIRD CRAP OFF YOUR SHOULDER. (Just as in France, they conveniently say it’s good luck to step in dog doo).
I may have to reweigh my philosophy. I just now found out I’m a finalist in the Bloggie awards for the Best European Weblog, rendering me so full of shock that I turn to the bird caca theory as the only possible explanation. Seeing the other nominees in my category only compounded the MASSIVE SHOCK FACTOR as I thought "WHERE THE HELL IS PETITE?" (She’s in the Best New Weblog category, phew). And "DO THEY REALLY MEAN ME?"
I am so honored. I just have two wishes for the Bloggie Award Genie:
2. I wish I could have seen the incomparable Bluepoppy on the Best Writing list. (And I am SO NOT BIASED because she once sent over a heap of her readers with this generous post). No, it’s just that Bluepoppy writes the pants off everyone. She’s wildly engaging, and inspires me constantly. Plain and simple. Someone has got to get this lady a book deal. Oh wait, she has already had one? Okay, someone needs to get her about a gagillion more.
The frosting on the gateau, so to speak, was discovering that I’m also nominated for Best Personal Weblog in the Satin Pajama Awards over at Fistful of Euros! (You can vote here for the Satin Pajama Awards. And here for the Bloggies). J’ai trop de chance, people. Blessed be the God of Bird Poop.