That may be a little bit melodramatic. But, here’s the deal. You know how people on The Internets often have these Give-A-Ways that say, “Just comment on this post and you may win this thing”? I mean, not me, because I never have anything to give away except my own self, which I give in bits and pieces day after day after . . . OK, maybe too much drama again.
So anyway, I am always commenting on things whether I get Free Stuff for it or not, and I never remember anything from one day to the next, and I certainly never win any of the promised Free Stuff, and so imagine my surprise (Really. I will stop for a moment and wait while you actually try to imagine my surprise.) . . .
. . . when I got an e-mail last night saying I won 270 pre-washed and pre-cut fabric squares, enough to make this fabulous quilt
from Jen, who is the genius behind Stitch Simple, which, if you are not a quilting type, you won’t understand the fabulosity of her idea, but if you are, you, uh, will. As you can see, words fail me.
OK, so that curled my hair, let me tell you. But then, after last night, this morning came. And in my morning e-mail was the news that I had, by merely shooting off my keyboard mouth yet again, won THIS
except even better than this, because I get to choose the names for it, not that I don’t love maggie and david and mat, AND I get a handmade lampwork bead for it besides! and this is from the awesome Cluck and Tweet that I read just because of their awesomeness without even thinking of getting Free Stuff.
And what makes it all even more amazing (I know, you are saying to yourself, “Can this get any more amazing?”) is that for a week or two I have been in the Serious Doldrums, so serious that the husband, who is not often given to floral displays, sent me this the other day to cheer me up
which, after I convinced myself that he wasn’t sending them out of guilt for cheating on me with a disease-infested hooker or something, did cheer me up a little, and then when I got these other awesomely amazing gifts, I was SO cheered up for a while.
And then I realized that This Sort of Thing never happens to me, and since I have pinched myself all over, certifying that I am not dreaming, or that I may be dreaming, but it is one of those dreams where everything is so real that even when you think, “Am I dreaming?” you convince yourself that, no, you aren’t dreaming, and then it turns out that you wake up and yes, you were dreaming, anyway, since I am pretty sure that I’m not dreaming, I think that I must be dying and everyone got together behind my back to do nice things for me to brighten my Final Days.