But, like Fate, I'm a fickle bitch. Also, on Monday my husband has a meeting with the president of the college about getting some dough for my nursing school cost, so I could use some good karma.
While I was cleaning house today for the impending weekend visit of my best dude friend from college (and his cousin), I found the other thing I bought for the giveaway: a nice-sized pack of (recycled) Post-It notes. So there's also that.
Yeah, yeah, tell the winner already, right?
I put the 138 entries into Randomizer.org, and the number it spat at me was
which correlates to
Simon C. Larter*
And because it's Simon, I'm going to send him a little something extra. Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous. And it will only slightly encourage his alcoholic habit. Slightly.
I would never waste chocolate like that.
I swears that I didn't rig the contest just because Simon was in my dream the other night. I mean, the picnic wasn't that good (lies. It was.)
It was just like this, only not so effing creepy. And there was liquor. And no grass. And a table. And a baby.
So, Mr. Larter, you can email the address to which you'd like this package delivered. My contact info is up there in that page that says...Contact. Yeah.
*Guess this means you better hurry the hell up on that novel, Simon. Cuz this prize is for REVISIONS.