Hi, y'all! It's ME, TCWH. I just want to say MERRY CHRISTMAS and/or Happy Holidays. Or Festivus for the rest of us. Or Yule. Now, now, y'all simmer down now, because I know and you know that I know that YOU are not HERE for my grinning countenance. That's right, ladies and gents, it's time to (get a little closer. It's Christmas, and I want you to know how much I appreciate you. Little closer. Little closer. No, that's too close. You're invading my personal space!) PICK A WINNER!
Here we are! The usual and unusual suspects! All in all over 55 of you were peaches enough to leave me a comment and let me know that you wanted in! And let me tell you how much fun I have had doing the shopping. I already told y'all about the wind up sushi. Thursday I purchased some candy popsicle things that resemble anal beads. The buying is almost as much fun as the winning.
Now as y'all may or may not have noticed, I personally hand wrote, folded and deposited y'all's identifying information in a receptacle. I know I wanted it to be of the bottle -ish persuasion, but I couldn't figure out how to get it out, and frankly, after following Christmas traditions all day, I was tired. Or lazy. Too many chocolates, not enough treadmills.
To ensure that no cheating and/or rigging of the contest took place, I employed the assistance of my delicious better half, dh. Plus I was too busy holding the camera. Before he picked one out, I put the top on and danced around the house for a little bit. You know, to make sure that they were "all shook up".
TANGENT: I was talking to a good friend the other night - the infamous DW who has known me since I was 11 - he called me Elvis. I was like "WHAT?!" Elvis. He said it was a good thing. But I guess since he saw me with a helmet perm and Esprit sweatshirt he can call me whatever he pleases.
And now, the Winner. It is the most fabulously fortunate
