This shout of gratitude goes out to my bloke wandering around the United Kingdom with a pencil and stack of yellow steno notebooks who forces homeless people to type up his stories at their local public library before ePublishing them for the world to read.  (Go check out his books.  He's a fab writer with a twisted-whisker sense of humor wearing a dark cape of sinister.)  His mama calls him Michael Cargill.  I call him....well, I don't call h im.  I can't afford to call him.  All my cash is being held hostage in Kmart layaway.

This is Michael's interpretation of the Liebster Blog Award:

"Anyway.  Liebster is a German word meaning 'deer' so I can only presume the award is something that originated from within the butcher and abbatoir industries, the only place where you can win trophies for having the nicest chopping block or for finding a face of Jesus in the intestines of a cow."

Sounds good to me.  I guess I'm supposed to nominate someone now, eh?  This was a hard decision....but I had to go with Bourbon Girls.  Why?  Because they climb chocolate covered rainbows and have met talking dogs.   I know, right?  Crazy.