Little Miss Sunshine
Wow, someone must have switched my hippy detergent with the sort containing optical brighteners. How else to explain the gift of the Sunshine Award from Leah? My career as a cheerleader was short-lived, and as an alternate anyway. Next season, I waved goodbye to my jazz-handed friends and hit the backwoods nordic ski trails. But I suppose I’m only part Daria. Keep me fed, exercised and exposed to enough light, and I’ll smile and laugh the hours away.
I’ve blabbed on about myself enough lately. Instead, I’ll share a song with you that gets me when this crazy world gets me down. I know, I know. It’s just a little pop song. But it makes me so happy it hurts.
(sorry… guess if you really want to hear some crowded house, you’ve gotta click through)
I think everyone deserves some sun shining on their face, and I’m always trying to be democratic. Here are some lovely ladies who make me laugh, smile and bust a gut (and whom, to my knowledge, haven’t been nominated): Sunni (duh, it’s the Sunshine Award!), Oona (who never needs optical brighteners), Hillary (let some sun shine in that great northern expanse), Suriah (even Mushka wants to kiss her) and Sheila (who is a fantastic cheerleader and bestest bear hugger ever).
May the weather you take with you be refreshing.