Frankly, I’m shocked at how many people loved and wanted this thing:
I would say, “there’s no accounting for taste,” but coming from someone who watches The Super Friends every fucking week, I think it would be a little hypocritical.
After getting down one of my mom’s million and a half baskets (she owns more baskets than any other human I’ve met), and putting each entrant’s name on a post-it note and folding it in half just so, Tom pulled out the winner’s name. Congratulations to Amy of Lucy’s Football. You will be receiving this prestigious award in the mail this or next week.
To all of you who didn’t win, I know that with time your hearts will mend and your tears will dry. Remember that life isn’t about material possession, but about what the shell poker game trinket represents – ample supply of beverages and cheating in retaliation of not being offered one. Let’s never lose sight of that.
Fix.
Never!
Hanging chad! Hanging chad!
how did I not know about this?!
CURSES! Foiled again.
Maybe next year.
I’m so excited I can barely stand it. I will take a million photos. That is taking PRIDE OF PLACE in my home. It will be my best knick-knack ever. EVER.
Once I won a book, and once I won a set of bookends but then my teacher was all “I made a mistake I want those back” and then I never won anything again so this is VERY EXCITING. Whoo-hoo! Thank you thank you!
Shenanigans! She took the bookends back!? I would NEVER do that to you with this thing – that is my promise to you.
Note to self: don’t take a drink just before reading Carrie’s posts.
“I would say, “there’s no accounting for taste,” but coming from someone who watches The Super Friends every fucking week, I think it would be a little hypocritical.”
Almost made me spit all over my keyboard as I laughed. I want to put that in a signature somewhere!
Thank you and I’m sorry for the mess.
Congratulations to Amy. I hope she enjoys that thing for years to come, and I know there are a lot of jealous folks around here right now. Oh yes, I do.
Words have been exchanged on Twitter. People REALLY wanted that thing.
I’M SORRY.
HA! Have you reached the Acceptance stage of grief?
Noooooooooooooooooooooo!
That’s it. I have lost all my faith in cheating, poker playing, cigar smoking shell figures. They are dead to me. Dead.
*belts out heart-rending rendition of “All by Myself”…*
There, there. I’m sure you have several tchotchkes from your many travels you can seek solace in.
Is there a recount or some hanging chad verification thing I can demand?
Sorry, no. You could always print out a picture of it and frame it and hang it over your fireplace.
But I had already done that.
That may be my favoritest response ever.