WE WON!
Hurray! The family honor is upheld. My team won first place out of twelve teams competing to raise money for an adult literacy organization. We won with the word paradisaical. A Major Newspaper interviewed us and the whole thing was recorded and is available on-demand from a local TV station. (If I'd known, I would have tried harder to fix my hair this morning.) Thank you. Thank you. Kiss. Kiss. I'm a spelling champion. Now if I could just learn how to punctuate . . .
My team and, yes, that's my boss in the bee costume. (He's holding a copy of The Secret Life of Bees.)
4 comments:
You Utahns wear weird sunglasses.
I am unduly smug to be related by marriage to a winning sort of librarian. By the way, have you the sway or clout to order "The New Book of Salvias" by Betsy Clebsch? It's a handsome volume lavishly furnished with photographs to complement the fulsome descriptions of the various members of the species. Since bees and flowers are no strangers to each other, I trust my comment has not strayed too far from the theme of your installment today. Marmot Dad.
Amy--I can get you a pair if you like.
Marmot Dad--Absolutely I can order that book. I now have complete power over the gardening section.
Congratulations on your win. You should also watch Akeela and the Bee. Another heartwarming spelling bee tale. I can only wonder if the person who picked the words for the bee happened to be reading some church related text. Sorry, paradisaical is not a word that I would expect to hear at a spelling bee, at least not outside state where you reside that is.
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