Not a Birthday Elf, an Elf With a Birthday!

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Up in the frozen tundra of Northern Wisconsin somewhere just across the state line from the Twin Cities lives the perky little sprite known to the residents of Blogaritaville simply as "Snowelf". And if everyone had a smile and a heart as genuinely warm as this lady's, carbon emissions wouldn't be the major worry in the Climate Change War Room. But before you write her off as a Pollyanna, you really should have a look at her serial 55 Flash Fiction. One day (I hope) she's going to get serious and put all those together in novel form and we, the ones privileged to know her will be able to say "I knew her when...". When she's not tapping out the latest installment in that thriller though, you can find her on most days providing no end of amusement as she takes us from one Ironic Coincidence to the next in a style that can only be described as "endearing". Snow was one of my earliest bloggin' buddies and I swear, even an old curmudgeon like me just wants to hug the stuffin' out of her. Well okay, that's excessive, but you get the idea. If there were a Nobel Prize for Lovable, she'd have a collection of 'em on her mantle. She's just one of those people you can't help but instinctively like. And I mean really like. So have some cake, then take yer butt over to Just Another Ironic Coincidence and give the girl some good wishes. She'll probably get all teary, but she'll find something in the fridge for ya.

'Cause she's just a rockstar ninja that way.

And oomphy too.;)

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