It's Friday, I'm lame, incredibly busy, feeling a bit ick around the edges, etc. So.
One Oscar night redux photo.
And one of Hemingway guarding the second batch of Fountain Award stories (which I promise, Ms. Meisner, I've since opened and begun reading).
Gwenda, didn't you get the email where I announced I was sending each juror five gazillion stories *and a goldfish*? I thought it would be a nice touch to help emphasize the whole fountain/water theme; it's those little extras that make an award special. No wonder the cat's hanging around. It's too late now; I wouldn't open that thing if I were you.
Posted by: Karen | March 11, 2006 at 08:33