Did you sign-up for the fever-headache-puking-sore throat contest?
Because our household was lucky enough to win, and we only entered one time - when Terzo licked Thomas the Tank Engine at a some community play table in some big box store.
However, I think that there are entries still available
Check out your local supermarket. An easy way to win big is when your six year old runs her hands along every counter surface and display and then tries to pick a popcorn out of her teeth.
If that doesn't work, you can send your oldest child to school. Or have her play with someone who has been in school recently. Or have her play with someone who has played with someone who has been to school in the past few days.
I hear that fever-puking-headache-sore throat is all the rage in elementary school.
That and High School Musical.
It's the best!
Now that we're done that, and it seems that the ice and wind are giving me my computer back, I'll have the winner of the Win A Date With Jozet Contest posted later this evening.
I think there were three entries.
So if you've entered, your chances of winning this contest are actually even better than getting sick with whatever hit our house in the past week.
See ya in a bit.
Later that evening...
I've been trying to post a video of the contest drawing, and Blogger is thumbing its nose at me. Let me try posting to YouTube and see what happens. Thank you for your continued patience.
OKAY FINALLY! The exciting moment you've all been waiting for!
First, I'd like to say GO ME for being so secure and self-assured that I can post video of me not wearing a lick of makeup AND with my hair in the same barrette and styling I went to sleep in last night.
I'm nothing if not confident.
But mostly lazy.
Second, I'd like to request that everyone kindly ignore my kitchen, including (but not limited to) the Seagram's bottle on the counter and the smudgey microwave. The cleaning lady comes on Thursdays...Thursdays in my imagination.
The Seagram's bottle was for a special...recipe. Yea, that's it. A recipe.
Whiskey and Cornflakes, I think it's called.
Thee Winner of the Win A Date With Jozet Contest iiiisssssssssssss...
And there was much rejoicing!
Now, if for any reason the winner cannot make the date - you know, gets a painful hangnail or decides that it would just be too anxiety-provoking to spend an evening with me and my ax murdering tendencies - the runner-up would be my husband. My husband sincerely begs the winner not to get ill or to reconsider because, according to my husband, he's already heard his allotted quota of accordion rock-and-roll this year. That quota being zero.
Also, remember, if anyone would like to join us for food or drink or high-stepping gypsy-polka madness, just say the word! There's room enough in Philly for all of us. Although, I'm not sure whether the Gogol Bordello concert is sold out yet. It's at the Electric Factory on March 1st. Be there or be...not there. Or maybe be at the movies. Or be stitching hems on your kids' pants. Or be out at your clogging lessons. I dunno what it is yous guys do when you're not with me. Mostly weep, I suppose....
The winner of the box of Thin Mints will be announced tomorrow.
Don't you love a cliffhanger?