It seems I missed the call of a lifetime today. Arriving home after work I checked out the call display: Out of area (no number listed), Scotiabank (my friend, Lynn), N Shore Comm Res (that was me, calling from work - North Shore Community Resources,checking up on Mr. Sideways), and Responsive Mark. Hmmm, don't recognize that one. Let's let the imagination run wild.
Who could he be, this Mr. Responsive Mark? Calgon's replacement, waiting in my bathtub, wanting to take me away? A knight in shining armor, whisking me away on his steed, relieving the stresses of my week - the suffering husband who cannot exert himself enough to blow his nose or lift five pounds for fear of detaching the newly repaired retina. The decision to cancel or not, my half of the longed for trip - five nights in romantic Rome and 16 nights at sea with eight close friends. The work week from hell - the Annual General Meeting plus three HUGE grant related deadlines and two newspaper articles due.
I know I know, there is no such thing as Responsive Mark. It was really Responsive Marketing, calling to ask my opinion about canned chicken soup.
Now I bet you're wondering about the Whiny Butt. Besides me, that is, whining about my woes. This is my third haul of winnings in a recent blog contest. It came from Quiddity's Jane's annual sock knitting contest. I won by default, being the only entrant in the non sock knitting category. Her prize featured Numma Numma Toasty Treat yarn in the colourway "Whiny Butt." Here is Jane's priceless explanation of how it achieved that moniker:
"The woman who dyes Numma Numma lives across the street from me. She has three
girls - 7, 5, and 3. She dyed some yarn and named it "No Wikey Green Beans,"
after something her 3-year old said. The kid walked around the house, gloating
about mom naming yarn for her, and the 7-year old couldn't stand it. She kept
begging mom to name some for her. Dad said, "too bad we can't name it Whiny
Butt." But it appears they can. LOL"
Thank you Jane!