The contest is over.
And really, the intensity of withholding this pertinent information from you all is too much to handle. I can't take it anymore. Thanks for all your great attempts in guessing the anomalous activity that I'll be taking part in this week. Ah! I mean tonight! My heart beat is beginning to race, right as I type this. After the children are in bed, and while my SIL sits at our house, Mr. Marvelous and I will go engage in a harebrained idea to...well, let's get this out of the way first.
Random.org picked our contest winner, and I'm excited to announce that:
Here are your random numbers: 11
Timestamp: 2008-10-14 19:58:22 UTC
This means that Jessie's Girls (And quite the cute girls they are. And close in age, the way we like it too.), you are the champions, my friends. Congratulations!! Please email me your snail mail address so I can send out a package full of fun as your prize.
And before I go on, I feel I must address some creative comments.
l e a h's creative response was enough to double me over in laughter. While I love to "go against the grain," I most certainly don't "thrive under pressure." I wish I did.
joyful1's thankful response was what made my night. Besides, who doesn't like to add a little fun to someone's night?!
I appreciate Melody's honesty. My brain tends to hurt when I play Scrabble too. But, I did find that playing by yourself and making up your own board is very entertaining. "Hi!" to you too.
Now moving on.
It's official--and I'm glad our parents won't be reading this until tomorrow morning--We're $%&#*$%&@)#$*. Call it an early, early midlife crisis decision. Or call it, this-is-the-longest-stint-of-not-being-pregnant-since-being-married, and we're-spicin'-things-up-a-bit-here-at-the-household-of-4[children in]under3[years].
Call it what you want. Because I'm calling it: $%&#*$%&@)#$*.
And believe me, I'll try to get a few photos of the whole thing as it unfolds. I promise, you'll all hear about it soon.
Aren't you so excited?!