Not the Oscars, But Sort of Better

This morning, after waking up, looking in the mirror and seeing two completely different people represented on my head, I began to muse on the medicinal uses of Spanx. It was then that my intellectual reverie was interrupted by being alerted that I had received a “Versatile Blogger Award” from Coming East.  As the recipient, I must tell you seven things about me and then link to a whole list of other recipients and then award the award (Is that the best use of the English language?) to a group of worthy recipients who would forever grovel at my feet if they could ever see my feet, which they never will.  Or I can do whatever I like. 

 When confronted with two choices in life, Do blah blah blah OR Do whatever you like, I generally (meaning 100% of the time) do whatever I like.  So I thank Coming East for the honor and I encourage all of you to check out her most worthy blog. And should you like it, send me a large check to thank me. 

Now, here’s what I choose to do with my award: I am going to say a couple things about a blogger who always leaves me shaking my head over his take on life and his ability to express it in a killer comedic way .  It goes beyond laughing.  It’s more like I would like a ticket to tour his brain.  I usually try to come up with some snappy comment to his posts, but what I really want to say is “Damn.  How the hell do you do this? Every. Single. Time.”

So, Paul of The Good Greatsby, this one’s for you.  Someone should discover you.  Someone with lots of connections.  I’d do it if I could.  But I’m in my pajamas and I have bad hair this morning.

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(Renee’s latest Examiner piece: http://www.examiner.com/boomer-humor-in-national/those-poor-boomer-babies)