Sometimes Finding Out Is Good & Bad

I got an e-mail from my dad today saying that he attend the Puyallup Fair on opening day during the two hours of free admission. He was able to see my two doilies that I entered. I swore him to secrecy not to tell me the results, so he didn't at first. I confessed I had been agonizing over how I've done because this year I've wanted to take home a blue ribbon to much that I taste blue.

He decided to put me out of my misery, only now I feel worse than before. He didn't specify, but he said I had won a blue ribbon on one of my doilies. However, on the other I only received an honorable mention!

Honorable mention?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

This has my mind reeling with what possibly could have gone wrong and which doily was bestowed this honor. More than ever I want to find out which doily was deemed unworthy, and just what kind of competition was it up against?

I am in extreme confusion and denial. My first thought to explain this is perhaps the ribbons were placed in a confusing manner, like they were last year so it is difficult to discern what ribbon may have actually been given. My mind is also plotting that I need to go see what disaster took place much sooner than the 19th when we planned to attend because I need to see this for myself to accept why honorable mention was given.

Yes, while I should be skipping for complete joy and making a happy dance over that blue ribbon, right now I am unable to spring with glee until I know about that honorable mention and which doily got that.

A little voice inside of my head is quietly repeating: Please let dad be mistaken. Let him be mistaken.