Actually, not all of us were in the no-talent pool. My cousin, DF, who frequents the Waystation still plays in a band called the BirdFangers. We had such high hopes for our band, especially with the endorsement of Mrs. Rose, the local mystic, who read our palms, proclaiming us Rock Stars. She also told me I would come into a lot of money...I think she may have been referring to the refund she owes me.
Just as I was about to send Bruno down to convince her to cough up the dough, Poetikat bestowed the "Ewe Rock" award on me and Rose's haunting words echoed from the past.
"What does it say? What is my future?"
Her gravelly voice replied, "You rock." (or I guess it really was "Ewe Rock.")
So that's where the sheep come into the story, in case your still wondering. Anyhow, this is high honor coming from one such as Poetikat. If you have not read her post this last Thursday, you are missing out.
Not one to let the moss grow on the rock (poor pun intended) and being of generous mind and spirit, I will now bequeath the award upon some deserving fellow storytellers...
Lola @ AGLIO, OLIO & PEPEROCINO
What better way to create community than with good stories and great food? Weaving the two together, Lola has created a place I look forward to going each day.
Valerie@ Val's Ramblings
Val's post from earlier this week, Holiday Romances Don't Work, is an amazing piece. I am new to reading her blog, but that one hooked me.
Silver Fox @ The Lair of the Silver Fox
Great storyteller with intriguing twists. Might want to check out his multi-part story For Baby (For Bobbie) if you like a good yarn.
If you did not get mentioned this time around, don't worry I still love you. Go visit these friends and tell em Brian sent you. Catch you next time. (Cue pyrotechnics for exit)