Yes, by now you know it. That's me with the Smuggy McSmugerson self-satisfied smile and the bodacious ruffles. Some of you guessed it because you think I resemble the Biscuit, while others probably nailed it on the hair. No one, I'm guessing, jumped into the way back machine to this post, which would have been a sure giveaway. But then you still would have had to figure out Crybaby Christy and "She's Got the Whole World in Her Hands" Ashley to win the Big Box o' Goodies.
Believe me when I tell you that all three of us were sad not to have included separate prizes for captions. The emails were flying fast and furious between us as we obsessively checked each other's sites for new ones. Distracted by a fan? No, SHE had ruffles? Surprises in my diaper? Hidden keys and stolen Addis? A future photographing pastries snuggled up to booties? Or perhaps that smug look in my eye meant I was about to tell you what NOT to read. (And Daphne, you and only you will forever be allowed to call me "Sweetcheeks." But that's just because you made me a rockin' mix.) But hey- we aren't made of prizes, right? So we stuck to the original plan.
Revealed: our super-scientific method for winner-choosing. Biscuit and I put all of your names into his new favorite toy, the
salad "rocket" spinner, and gave you a whirl. (A word of advice: never give toys at a baby shower. Who needs all that garish plastic when your own kitchen provides endless amusement? Give diapers or handknits.) And the winner is....INGRID! Shoot me an email, Ingrid, and please include as many words that begin with "p" as possible.
By the way, speaking of smug, that there in the photo is my favorite birthday card ever. It was sent to me by my buddy Hanny, for whom I have knit socks. So you know she's way up there in my estimation.
Smug Girl #1: Where's your birthday party at?
Smug Girl #2: Don't end a sentence with a preposition.
Smug Girl #1: Where's your birthday party at, bitch?
Oh, she's got my grammar-police scanner number, she does.