Ooph has been nominated for an AWARD. (Because someone has lost their mind.)

I found out about the nomination right after I arrived home from the grocery store at one o’clock in the afternoon still wearing my pajama top under my standard issue grey sweatshirt, unzipped, with no bra and my vodka-infused iced tea came flying right out of my nose. Best Lifestyle? Maybe if they are comparing it to cockroaches.

Then I read the actual criteria:

You might be a mom blogger, bargain hunter, hobbyist, or lifestyle journalist. You’ve chosen new media to express yourself and we love you for it. Our community is enlightened with what you publish, and everyone enjoys your contribution.

Mom blogger? Check.

Bargain hunter? I AM always looking for a good sale on wine. Check.

Hobbyist? Duh. Wine drinking. Check.

Lifestyle journalist? I journal the lifestyle of a mother beaten down by teenagers. So. Check.

Also. I am enlightening our community? HOLY CRAP. There goes the community.

I truly have no idea why in the hell someone nominated me, but DUDE you are the BOMB. And. Probably drunk. But. Thank you soooo much whoever you are. Send me a note. I’ll send you some money or something.

For the rest of you reading that didn’t vote for me. Don’t you feel a little foolish now that you see how qualified I am? It’s not too late. You could still vote for me. GO. NOW. HURRY your ass up.

Just find Ooph. Click the arrow. It turns green and BAM you have nominated a woman who wears her pajamas to the grocery store at one o’clock in the afternoon. Is anyone more qualified for Best Lifestyle I ask you?

Vote Here. Please.