Okay, so that sounds bad. But actually, this may be the highest honor I can bestow. I heart the word poop. If there's a word that's more fun to say than poop, I challenge you to submit it in the comments and subject yourself to the subsequent ridicule that is sure to follow. My love of poop (Hrm, that doesn't sound right.) can be traced back to my childhood, where I penned the following poem:
I have some soup,
in the soup there is some poop.
True story. That poem currently resides in a cardboard box in my basement, sandwiched between a certificate I won for a free throw contest and an art project I made depicting a bespectacled Frenchman (he sports a beret) smoking a cigarette. (Bet that wouldn't be allowed nowadays.)
On My Post-It: Take picture of construction paper Frenchie to post on the blog.
Anyway, bottom line: I have a long and possibly unhealthy fascination with the word poop and therefore love any blog post that uses the word (or its many fine derivations) eleven times. (By way of comparison, I've only used the word five times and it feels like I'm dropping poop (six!) all over the place.)
And so, there is only one way I can honor such a heroic effort and that is to present the first ever Poop Award. For her blog post entitled The Girl Who Cried, "Poop!"*, the Poopy goes to Murphblog follower and all-around groovy gal, Amber Lough! (Thunderous applause; a few really loud whistles, probably from those people who jam like six fingers in their mouth; some obnoxious lout yelling "YEAH, AMBER! YOU GO GIRL!) Keep up the good work, Amber, and enjoy the award. I'm sure it would love lovely on your mantle.