Winners and losers: It's not just about March Madness

Oh dear.

Contests may be few and far between on this here blog.

I discovered this weekend that I am a BAD judge.

I just wanted to give everyone a prize for even caring enough to write a comment.

See how much I love you?

Co-dependent, more likely.

Anyway, here are the entries.

A couple of people wrote captions for this photo, even though I didn't ask for it.

Bonus points!

Ellen wrote: "I'm sure Timon never had Mondays like this..."

And Nicole (or her husband Max) suggested: "Praise peanuts! Hallelujah!"

Which took me a while to get, but then, aha, he does look a little prostrately worshipping!

Supposing that meerkats eat peanuts....

And now for the real competition.

Ellen: "What does a meerkat have to do to get a decent manicure around here?"

Lindsay, who is never short of a witty comment: "Dang, I'd make one SEXY stole..." and "Whoever wrote 'Muskrat Love' never snuggled with a meerkat..."

Lindsay earned extra points for even knowing the song "Muskrat Love", which was one of my fave 70's songs.

Lisa, being a bit of an overachiever: . . . between a rock and two furballs . . .

Are you freakin' kidding me?
But Mom, I couldn't find the nailclippers!
Is that dessert you have there?

I think she was looking for extra points on that last one!

Nicole (Max): "Your hide would make a fine poncho."

And Jenny the Pirate: I hear there's a casting call for Les Mis! I am Jean Valjean!

Jenny gets extra points for managing to slip in a little French reference.

And, finally, the real extra point candidate, the Three Lemurs.

Ellen, of course.

Being just a tad competitive.

"Davey, Davey Crocket. King of the wild frontier....wait, what?"

BTW, Ellen, Crockett has two "t's". 

Just thought you'd like to know.

Well, it's a tough one, but I have to go with the captions that elicited actual belly laughs.

Maybe Ellen and I have spent too much time together, because it is she. 

Plus, you know, all the extra points.

Now, for all of you, um, losers, just remember this:

In the words of Casey Stengel, American baseball icon,  Without losers, where would the winners be?

And, as Christopher D. Furman (who, as far as I can tell, is only famous for this quote) wrote, If you want to be a winner, hang around with winners.

So, I'll catch you all later, over at Ellen's place! 

Oh, except then we'll be hanging out with losers.

Hmmmm. How does that work?

I probably should be quiet now.