So I'm lying on the couch yesterday, trying to catch up on sleep, when the dogs go nuts. I ignore them for awhile before telling them, very loudly, to SHUT THE HECK UP. And I go back to sleep. An hour or so later, Patches is whining to go out, I get up, let them out and realize that all the barking was probably at the mail man. We have a great mail man, but the dogs? Not so much. Came back in to Patches barfing on the rug. Oh yay.
There was an envelope package in my mailbox, which is always exciting. More exciting when I saw that it was from Peach! I won a contest of hers last week. Very impressive, Peach, getting that here so quickly! Look what I found inside!
I was so happy! I haven't had a new journal in forever, and my favorite key chain in the world (a little Tweety Bird in a devil costume) broke this year. The seeds I asked for especially. Heh. And then I turned the post card over.
Holy crap. It's one of those contests. I completely forgot. A Pay it Forward contest. I don't suppose I could hold it after I watch the movie? Sometime in the next decade? No? I didn't think so.
So, with no more delays, a contest announcement. The first three to comment will win a minor prize, not a major award. Something personal to the Good Flea, I'm guessing. I have no clue, yet, what. I have to be able to email you. And you'll have to respond to me within a 48 hour period with your mailing address, or I'll move on to the next commenter.
How's that? Nothing flashy or fancy. No hoops to jump through. Just the luck of the draw, so to speak. Don't jump on this too quickly - you could be the one sending out prizes next. Digging through your junk drawer, wondering if a pack of twist ties is something personal to you, or if the winner will settle for a wad of plastic grocery sacks from your recycle bag. Forced to clean out your closet to find something valuable for the winners.
Speaking of which, I'm kicking myself for not taking photos. When I'm in full-blown project mode, I forget everything else. That closet under the stairs, the one which acts as storage and doubles as tornado shelter, is now clean. It took me all freakin' day to do it, with STUFF strewn all OVER the living and dining rooms, but I threw away at least half of what was in there. I love a good project. So why haven't I tackled my bedroom closet yet? Hmm. Let me ponder that awhile. Maybe another six months ...
Until I write again ...
I want to do it now!
I suppose I have something of value laying around here....
That should have read 'I am in and ready NOW!'...
Okay - so I didn't get in the top three but . . . you rock, Flea!
Boo, number six sucks!!
crap. I'm number 7. I suck. But I am happy for you :-)
I got a play it forward gift a week ago.
HA HA i have to laugh at mental P ... she could have played with me but gave it up :) I am impressed it got there FAST!!!!!
First to comment is a GENIUS idea. Hrmm . . . .
How about sending the winners something you cleaned out of your under-stair closet? Congrats on getting that cleaned out, by the way. I'll bet it feels positively virtuous!
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