"Let's not forget the reason for the season. Presents." Koala Hugs, 1981-Angie
If you are anything like 1981-Angie and are all about the presents, Christmas morning can’t come fast enough.
Well, you’re in luck. Because in the meantime, I have yet another birthday party grab bag to offer you — that of course being a brown paper bag filled with random (possibly used) trinkets that bear no theme and that you get to take home with you.
Then, in return, I have a favor to ask of you. I’ll wait until the end of this. My plan is that after I give you your grab bag, you’ll be so grateful, so pleased with your trinkets, that you’ll be willing to do anything for me.
[Insert evil laugh that sounds like Bernie Madoff watching Big Momma’s House 3.]
First, here is your birthday party grab bag.
Back by popular demand, I present a little weekly/bimonthly/annually/whenever-I-damn-well-feel-like-it segment I like to call . . .
Each week/month/year/Just this last time so you’ll get off my back I will present a throwback picture from the 70s, 80s or 90s of someone exhibiting their Fashion A-Game.
Today I’m featuring Lindsay. Lindsay sent me this photo.
This has really set the bar high. I give the ensemble a solid A. In all of my life, I’ve never seen an outfit that’s been color-coordinated so beautifully. Black-red-black-red-black-white. Perfect. And the scrunchie brings it all home. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a scrunchie.
Lindsay is correct in thinking that before leading off her dance routine set to Let’s Hear It for the Boy, she needs to first stretch out so as to avoid pulling a hammy in that tricky grand finale: Roger Rabbit-Roger Rabbit-Shopping Cart-Roger Rabbit-Shopping Cart-Cabbage Patch-Centipede. [Spotlight dims.] Jazz Hands.
Why is Lindsay stretching on a balcony? Why in an Italian villa? I wanted to know these answers, too. I wanted to ask her. But I got sidetracked by her striking resemblance to one of my favorite 1980s sitcom characters.
Oh, you probably know exactly who I’m thinking of because you were just about to say the same thing, weren’t you. Oh, who was that? You know! Her! That one girl! Yes, her!
Josie Davis? Bingo.
The adorable sister with the ponytail. No, definitely not the slutty one who became the Baywatch chick. No, the sweet one with the ponytail.
Charles in Charge?
What were we talking about again?
Oh, yes — scrunchies. Love them.
Also in your grab bag, you’ll find a handful of Circus Peanuts. These may or may not have been recently discovered in the back of my pantry next to a box of rancid corn meal that I bought for a complicated recipe that never came to fruition.
I put these in here especially for my BBFF, Speaker7. She can’t get enough of Circus Peanuts. Often, she eats so many she ends up puking them up in the back of her mom’s station wagon.
Favor time. I happen to be a finalist in The Good Greatsby’s biweekly photo caption contest. I want to win.
This is where you come in. You can vote every day. For me. Every day. Just click here and then scroll down and click on Angie Z. I want to win. Did I mention I want to win?
I won’t pretend that my caption is the best one. In fact, it isn’t. In fact, caption contests are not my forte. In fact, using words correctly is also not my forte but I checked and “forte” in fact means something in which a person excels, as well as the strong part of the sword blade. In fact, I’m neither of those.
In addition, Darla, one of my blogger buddies, is also a caption contest finalist. I suppose I wouldn’t mind her winning. I suppose you could vote for her. Her caption entry is much better. But that’s not the point.
I propose making this a popularity contest. Who cares about recognizing those who deserve to win.
Although, I most certainly do.
Because most of my life I’ve felt like unpopular-Molly-Ringwald-as-Samantha.
And just once I want to be popular-Molly-Ringwald-as-Claire.
Can you help? Yes you can. Set your task reminder and vote every day. Every day, all of this week. The contest closes this Saturday at midnight.
I hope you’ll come through for me. I hope you won’t forget. I hope you’ll remember this while you’re off enjoying your Circus Peanuts. Would it help if I tossed in a scrunchie? Of course it would. 1981-Angie even said so.