My credit union has this thing where they crown a king and queen for the year. Several of my co-workers nominated me. We received an email this afternoon with the nominees: 5 for King and 5 for Queen. And, I am one of the 5, for King, that is,
not for Queen.
I'm sure I'm not winning this. And, after all, I don't think I really want to have to go to all these ribbon-cutting events. And, c'mon, wearing that red cape with the white fur collar? Not me. Not here in Florida. Maybe if I take a junket up to Albany this winter . . . ?