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Stuart and I were walking around the block in the dark the other night. We talked about the events of the day.

"Hey Hon, did you know there's a blog that is giving away a 37"inch flat-panel screen TV from Best Buy."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, but if I enter to win, I have to write about it on my blog. I don't know if I want to do that. Besides I just won two awesome books on ornithology and the history of the twenty-first century from another blog."

"That's great, babe."

Silence. Well, mostly silence, except for a weird raspy squealing sound at our feet in the darkest stretch of the walk. I reached for Stuart's hand but he was startled and jumped away.

"What was that?!"

"A cicada maybe. Or a bird. Could it have been a bird?"

"I don't know. What kind of bird makes that kind of noise?"

When our hearts stopped racing:

"I want you to enter that thing."

"Well, if you really want me to."

"Yeah, I really want you to."

Consider it done.

And this is why Stuart wanted me to enter. Here is a picture of our TV.



"There are raisins in this picture. Did you mean to take a picture of the TV and raisins."

"The raisins are for scale." (They're the snack-size box.)

"Oh."

Evidently Stuart thinks that the kind mom at 5 Minutes for Mom will take pity on him if I post a picture of our pitiful TV and she will choose number 2, 576...or whatever our number is.

I'll let you know if his plan works.

Comments

Faith said…
Good luck! :)
I mean ... Blessings! :)
Etta said…
While I really wanted to win that TV for my hubby, I admit that you need it way more than we do. :)
tammi said…
Nuts. I didn't win either, if that's any consolation!
Janelle said…
Girl...that is a sad TV. Poor hubby.
Hanley Family said…
Well, good luck. I'll vote for you. We have a tv, but do not use it much. We don't get any channels!
Christy said…
It was a valiant effort :) Sorry you didn't win it!

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