I had planned this hilarious* post about my recent trips to the doctor. Instead, I’ve conceded defeat to my mystery illness and am currently doped up on antibiotics, painkillers, folic acid and seizure meds while dancing with an elephant. While I curse my family’s genes and wonder why I’ve been bred like a junkyard mongrel, I have one special favour to ask you guys.
The Irish Blog Awards are taking place soon and they are currently accepting nominations.
Now I don’t want to ask you guys to nominate me. That’s right, I don’t want to ask you guys. Hint hint. Cough cough. Nudge nudge. Wink wink. Hula dances towards you. Okay, so maybe I would like to be nominated, I probably didn’t make that obvious enough. I can put away the coconut bikini now.
If you would like to nominate me, you can click here. Since there doesn’t seem to be an owl category, I guess I’ll have to fit into humour, because according to my
imaginary friend Sally,
I’m a funny gal. If you don’t want to nominate me, that’s cool, I won’t send my flea-infested flying monkeys after you. What? I said I won’t.
To be serious for a second (FYI, it’ll be more than a second) I have been unwell lately and I don’t know what’s wrong. You could say I’m going for the sympathy vote here, and you’d be right. I am.
Anyone who does nominate me, I sincerely thank you. When I get better, I will dedicate my next dance fight to you.
So please help me look like this:
Jurassic Park B***hes!
And don’t make me do this:
That was the best blog post about owls of all time, OF ALL TIME!
I’m going to take a little rest for a while but I’ll be back (said in a very non-threatening manner).
*I bought my own pee. Trust me, it was hilarious.
I should probably add that nominations close tomorrow, but whatever. *stares intently at you*
You will need the following info:
My email is email@example.com and I live in Co. Roscommon.
That will make stalking me a lot easier.