Good morning, and welcome to our penultimate episode of the first ever Davember challenge! Before we get to the very important business of me securing my victory over Dave, I have a message for you from Shutterbug Sis:
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes everyone! I’m really touched.
She really is – and so am I! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you guys are the best blog readers in the history of blog readers. Thank you for continually being such a warm and welcoming bunch. It means more then you know.
As a small token of my appreciation, and a not so subtle reminder of my awesomeness as we enter into the home stretch of this friendly little competition, I have something for you.
Specifically, I have something for Bonnie, Deb, and Liz: my three (out of four) favourite night owls. Yesterday we had a very lively and energetic discussion about our collective lack of sleep, and I joked that we ought to have t-shirts made up. Now, Deb is my team captain and Bonnie is one of my most trusted allies, and even though Liz claims she’s not taking sides, we all know that I’m her favourite. (Right Liz? Right?!?) So in honour of these lovely ladies, it is my pleasure to present:
Some More Awesome Imaginary Team Amber Swag – The Sleepless Edition
Yes, I made you t-shirts. Yes, I had way too much fun doing it. Yes, these will look fabulous on you ladies! (And anyone else who wants one – you’ll look fabulous too. That’s just how we roll around here).
Now, I know we had talked about reviewing “Austenland” today, but I have to be honest, after all of the conviviality of birthday celebrations (you guys, there was So. Much. Food.) and late night owl-ish-ness, I’m not really up for an articulate, in-depth discussion of the literary conventions of romance and the influence Jane Austen’s work continues to have on depictions of idealized love in a primarily patriarchal society.
We’ll get into that next week, shall we?
Instead, I’ll close out today with a question: you’ve already figured out who my fourth favourite night owl is, right? I mean, I love the man, but his sleep schedules are ridiculous. Don’t worry Dave, I don’t expect you to wear a pink t-shirt … your present arrives tomorrow. xo.