Damn that Sally Field for saying this so much better than I can

Like any person with low self-esteem I have a really hard time accepting a compliment. So when I heard that J's Mommy nominated me for a Perfect Post award, I honestly thought it was a joke. I hurriedly clicked over to Petroville's site and, sure enough, there was my blog name among some other really fantastic bloggers for whom my respect is immeasurable. Then I rubbed my eyes and looked again, just to be sure. Still there! Holy crap! My first thought was...

What does this mean? Is there a ceremony? Will Vera Wang send me a free dress to wear? Can I get Jonathan to do my hair... 'cause that's the only way this mess on top of my head is going to look good. Some extensions would be nice. Oh, I better contact Harry Winston for some bling, although, those body guards are a wee bit scary....

Then I got my head of my beee-hind and realized that I would only be receiving a shout out on Petroville's and Lucinda's blogs and a button. Which is just fine because I would have had to hire a sitter and booked a limousine. And then I would have gotten all silly on the complimentary champagne.

Besides, how cool is a button on my side bar proclaiming that someone very cool in my book thought one of my posts was perfect?!

Okay, I'm done gushing. Gushing doesn't suit me. I'll just sit here and blush.

Thanks J's Mommy!