It’s God-awful early on a frigid cold Monday morning. Do you know where your will to live is?
Before I announce the winner of the custom line art giveaway, I wanted to thank you all so very much for celebrating my one year blogiversary with me. When I started this blog, I had no idea if anyone would read it. Would anyone really care what I do with my days? Would they really want to be on a first name basis with my husband and my kids and my cold sores? Did they really want to get up close and personal with my decrepit urinary tract that pees orange? Did they care that I suffered from a mild case of potty mouth nine days a week?
Or that upon occasion, I channel a short, anal-retentive, semi obsessive-compulsive, neurotic, pasty white, prematurely gray, astigmatic, stressed-out, paranoid, out of shape, freak of nature?
With wicked pointy elbows?
It turns out that a few of you did.
And I’m ever so grateful. More than you can ever know.
Thank you. Thank you for visiting, for listening, for commenting and for keeping me company.
From the bottom of my cholesterol infused heart.
And before I get all sniffly and sobby and start shouting I LOVE YOU, MAN to my monitor and embarrass us all, I’m going to go ahead and announce the winner of the custom line art giveaway.
There were 98 entries (I LOVE YOU, MAN!) so I asked random.org to spit out a random number between 1 and 98, inclusive, and it spewed forth the following:
And the 67th comment was posted by:
Congraulations Alli! Contact me at admin[at]thecreativejunkie[dot]com to claim your prize!
Oh, and Alli? It seems I forgot to mention in the rules that if the winner lives in Australia, he/she must call me on the phone every day for one entire week and speak to me non-stop until I go to bed. I love an Australian accent almost as much as I love Anderson Cooper.
Oh my God. If they made an Anderson Cooper with an Australian accent? You’d have to peel me off of him with Goo Be Gone.
And just for shits and giggles and because I’m trying to do whatever I can to avoid any sense of productivity this Monday morning, I thought I’d share with you who random.org first chose as the winner of this contest:
I’ll give you one guess who #22 is.
Go ahead. Guess.
Hi Martha! ((waving))
Of course, Martha couldn’t win her own prize. I mean, what’s the point? That’s just a big healthy dose of BIG WHOOPTY DO.
But I couldn’t resist posting her comment because, as you’ll notice, she declares to the world at large that she goes commando.
Martha, Martha, Martha.
Have I taught you nothing?
I’m going to print out 982 copies of this admission. When your oldest son brings home his first girlfriend to meet the family, I’m going to buy a ticket, fly over there and wallpaper your couch with it.
And with that, it’s entirely possible that I have found my will to live this morning.