I MUST HAVE THE DORK PRINCESS CROWN

This is a sticky note (scroll down for posts before April 21st (extended to the 23rd by the way)----day voting ends)

Due to a technical glitch failure at dorkbloggers, I still have a chance at the princess crown. Did I fail to mention before that you can vote for me every day?
No one else is mentioning how they will fulfill their dork title duties. Well first of all, there will be a portrait of at least me, if not my whole family, holding the covetted amazon certificate, wearing my tiara, with my robe, staff, and throne (oh yes with dork button on). Who else is promising you such things I ask?

I will also work on providing better stories, and being sure my family is on alert to observe and report dorky moments. This shouldn't be too hard for them.
Dork sob story to garner sympathy---I only ever won one thing. A stuffed tiger from a ring throw. My husband managed to squirrel it out of the house one day, and got it into the dumpster. I realized too late. Please help me realize my dreams of winning SOMETHING.

That is, unless I really am destined to win Megamillions or the Powerball, of which I am convinced I will.

Oh and because I completely dorked it, please vote for Mannerly Mutts, only as I completely gaffed it and a spread on three blogs would not get me enough. The competition is fierce people, and the only way I can pull out ahead is through the unfortunate technical error. Hahahahaha. It is mine I tell you. I can feel it.

Oh, don't bother to read anyone else's submissions. Hell, don't read mine just vote. And whatever you do, don't read Zigmans!!

Dork Moment Number 1

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Our landlord had sold the apartment we lived in, and decided not to tell us until we only had a week to move. Instead of making a stink, we did oblige as good tenants.

One of the last days, we were cleaning up. I went to clean the stove (note I am NOT a domestic Godess of any sort as I am about to prove). Parently, I turned on the burner. My husband had about 50 ties on the top of the stove ready to be brought to the car.

Yup, fire alarm went off shortly there after as they burst into flames. Didn't go up all the way, but were burnt into at least two pieces. This was 10 years ago, and my husband STILL brings it up on occaision.