A Wordy Winner

It's December. I'm more scared about this month than I was October. (Sad, I know. I'm one of those procrastinators who ends up lost in the hecticness of the season.) Are you ready for it to be December?

And here's the bigger question: are you ready for me to use your words in this blog post? Brace yourself; this is gonna be good.

Devree, what the heck? Someone threw milk at you? What a motard. I want his name so I can come make his face all cursmudgled. Seriously. I'm driving down there yesterday to take care of this fudder, because Devree, even though I've never met you, you're duma.

And he could have used more uniquity, because I've heard of someone doing something similar. But it was even more lameasouras rex: someone threw ROTTEN milk. There was a gal who was not serendipitous and she chucked curdly, smelly milk at some man who had  dashed her hopes of connubial felicity. And the dude said "That girl's got a serious brattitude and I'm getting the www.heckawayfromher.com." At least I think he would have said something like that. But since I wasn't there to witness the event, it's possible that I'm being a gubula and passing along a tall tale. However, I do believe that it's real because every time I think about the coagulated milk, it makes me go idgida. I know it's lamesauce for me to be so squeamish, but I am just a kiddiepoop at heart. And can you imagine what that milk did to his skin? I bet it made him itchida like crazy. That milk tossing gal was one Bad Manzana. And Devree, I bet you wish that guy at your school was a touron, but I'm afraid you'll be stuck with him until the end of the year. Meow.

Bakerfam: Had you been watching Pride and Prejudice when your boys started saying "Darcy?" You must be related to Paulashawn because I think that she finds Ms. Austen most interestable. (And a flibbertigibbet Ms. Paula? You are not.)

There. I did it. Was that just splendiferous? Am I your favoritest author of all? Anne, was the letter "f" thing referring to my last name? The best of all "F's"?  I think that's what you meant.

Speaking of Anne: she is this week's prize sponsor. She's the talent behind Wall Graffiti. And since this was all about words this week, vinyl lettering makes the perfect prize. (Just in time for holiday crafting!) Make sure you check out her blog. And she'll have all her December lettering posted on the blog tomorrow. So all of ya head on over there and order a plaque that says, "F is for Folkman."

 

This week's winner is: (but wait, you're all winners for sharing your words with me) comment #3. Tara! Wahoo! You deserve a prize after all the words you wrote this month! Email me at folksinmt(at)gmail(dot)com and I'll hook you up with Anne. (Thank you Anne!)

And one more thing, Livingsonslifeinmt had technical difficulites and couldn't get her comment to post. But I'm sure she would have used the word "Schmooty Hooty." So I must say it as well. Without my clever friends, this would just be a blog. But with your help, you've turned this place into a real Schmooty Hooty. (That's a compliment!)

Oh, and another one more thing: some of those words are gonna be in Purgatory. You'll have to wait and see which ones. :)