
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 . . . ?