First of all, Otto and I had already picked the category winners from yesterday’s post well before midnight. Because we’re wild like that. And because Otto had to get to bed because he needs to be up early. (I also have to be up early, but I have given up sleeping for Advent.) (What, you think that’s weird? Sometimes I give up guilt for Lent. But then I feel bad about it.)
Next, I believe one of the signs of the Apocalypse has come to pass, and it’s my civic duty to alert you to our collective impending doom.
Today I went out to a store, walked in, and bought an item that cost more than $10 for FULL PRICE.
I’m sorry I had to tell you this way. And believe me, I know. I was shocked, too.
A few months ago, the chair mat at my desk began to crack. The chair’s wheels sank into depressions in the straining plastic, and the more I tried to scoot myself right up to the desk, the more often a little wedge of plastic would *PLOINK* separate itself from the mat and flip to a nearby location. There it would lie in wait, pointy thingies (yes, that’s the technical term) aimed skyward. I would invariably step squarely on these scraps in my bare or stocking feet, cry out in anguish, hobble along my way, and then sit down at the SAME chair on the SAME crumbling mat and execute the SAME chair-scooting move that broke the LAST piece off and start the cycle all over again.
I’m not a very quick learner, apparently.
Anyway, today I’d had enough, or possibly there was just a brand spankin’ new office supply place that caught my eye. I marched right in there and bought myself a new chair mat. I really felt like I was living on the edge. Which is fine, provided that I no longer have to step on the edge and its little pointy thingies in my bare feet.
And yes, that WAS the pinnacle of my day. I spent several minutes just rolling my chair back and forth at the desk, because I could. It was very gratifying.
(No, I’m not stressed out. Why do you ask? Do you want a turn on my chair mat?)
So, the contest! I decided I really need two new categories, one temporary one for all the changes happening and about to happen, and another ongoing one for All Things Otto. But, fortunately for all of you? That means two winners.
Otto would like me to tell you all that he did not appreciate the multiple “It’s all Otto’s fault” suggestions. But we did wrestle with the choices, that one aside.
We were easily in agreement that Sheryl‘s “The Year of Living Changerously” suggestion was pure brilliance. Not only did it make us both laugh, but a year is right about right. A year from now, all of the changes that are currently overwhelming me merely in thought will be settled and done. And then we’ll be on to the next adventure.
For the Otto-centric category, there were a lot of really brilliant suggestions. This one was much harder to narrow down, but we got it down to two and then I let Otto make the final decision, because after all, he’s being a pretty good sport about all of this. (To wit: I’m not only writing about him for the world to see, I’m calling him OTTO. And he’s cool with that. So, he gets to pick.) And he picked Sophie‘s suggestion: “Ottomatic For The People.” Clever wordplay, geographic appropriateness—well done.
Thanks to everyone who played! Sophie and Sheryl, I’ll be contacting you about your prizes.