The other day I was complaining about not winning a chocolate typewriter or big chocolate ammonite for the Tiptree Prize back in 1994. And then along comes these: tasty little Belgian chocolate ammonites. (Thanks, Elaine!) I’m in seventh heaven. Now I just need to find a chocolatier who will make me a throne-sized ammonite, something hugeous enough to break chunks off and gnaw two-fisted. A dream come true. But, hey, so are those little ammonites. Off to buy some right now. Happy!
Just goes to show: all things come to those who whinge…
Nicola Griffith 
you're quite the little *manifester* you create the idea and “poof”
Way to go, Nicola.
jeanne
jeanne, you've gotta know what you want.
“The Secret” works!
mordicai, perhaps I should write a self-help book: The Whinge.
*laughs*
Could you whinge me some winning lottery numbers?
Donna
Donna, perhaps we need a global group whinge…