Vanna (daughter Jane) and I put all the comments in the purse, and she drew one out!
Shanana at Three Men and a Little Lady!
Fake Coach Couture?!? I'm THERE!I have to admit, I'm quite jealous of your 36
inch inseam. I am about 36" tall (TOTAL) and constantly have to have the podium
lowered for me when I get up to speak in sacrament meeting... Even when it's a
youth speaker that precedes me. BTW, I added you to my blog roll, since I seem
to have developed a habit of stalking your very entertaining musings. Hope you
No, I don't mind, Shana! As a matter of fact, in gratitude, I'm going to send you a purse!It looks like Shana is a Mom and a Pediatric Dentist (very impressive, Shana, but we all know we only get the cream of the blogging crop here at Beeswax, so we aren't surprised that you are amazing. We are uppity that way) who lives in Santa Monica, CA. As I analyzed her profile, in a sort of stalky way, I noticed we both love The Office, So You think You Can Dance, chocolate, O Brother Where Art Thou, Death Cab for Cutie, Les Miserables, and Harry Potter. Might I also go so far as to suggest that we both probably like pizza and puppies, too? And rainbows? And I'm totally for world peace. What about you?
So now, the bag will make it's way to the left coast, to live on the arm of a woman who is 36 inches tall! Unless she is lying! Which she probably is! Because in her picture she looks bigger than that! Like at least 42 inches, which is big enough to get on the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland!
I should ask her how she likes that ride, and then if she says "it's AWESOME!," then she'll totally feel the mode, cause I'll have tricked her into revealing that she is really over 42 inches tall, instead of a puny 36.
I'm a genius.
Unless she gets wise to me. And says "Indiana who?"
So, Shanana, please email me at email@example.com with your address, and I will ship this purse outta here! From China, to Canal Street, to Mesa, to your door!
Thanks to all who entered, and who told me how fabulous my new jeans are. They are fabulous! They are magic jeans. My head is swollen from all the compliments. Thank you, blogging friends.
I feel the need to respond to a few comments:
Brigham, I'm not sure this thing is really leather. I'm not sure it could have handled the wrenches.
Fake Jodi Foster, I am so excited to e-meet my famous stalk-lebrity! Please come back often.
To Hailey, who wants the rearside view of my jeans: such a picture might theoretically exist, but it will not make it into cyberspace. Unless someone is willing to match in dollars whatever Brangelina got for the first pics of the twins.
To Kitchen Ditcher, who went home to her blog and whined that she wasn't cool like me: Ask anybody. I'm not cool, either. It is just the jeans. I'm super nerdy, and I like it that way.
To Lisa, at Away From It All, who gave me my very first blog award! Lisa lives in Poland, people. And she has a cool blog, which you should go visit. So, what that means is that this is a
MAJOR INTERNATIONAL AWARD.
Which is such a coup.
But then she linked to Sue, who said blog awards were less like awards than STDs, so I don't know exactly what to think of that? Except that it is sort of true. But still, I am grateful to receive such a MAJOR INTERNATIONAL AWARD.