This Is A Public Service Announcement

I absolutely love Christmas. I do. And because I've waited nearly a year for December to roll around again I want to celebrate. I'm giving you a head's up on this one.

I'm doing The 12 Days of Christmas giveaway.

Are you as excited as I am? Starting on December 1, and every day following that until December 12, I will be giving away a gift a day. You'll definitely want to get in on the fun.

How, you might ask? Read, my friends. Read and comment. Right here on this blog. Each day I'll announce the winner from the previous day so you've gotta get your comment in before I post again. Here's a clue: I generally post at night after the kids have gone to bed.

Tell your friends, family, relatives and next door neighbor. (I know you know they blog, stop trying to deny it. You've seen them on the computer through the open curtains late at night. And no, I know you weren't spying on them.)

Mark your calendar - December 1-12 are the days you'll NEED to visit me. I've gotta get these things mailed out in time for you to fill stockings, after all.

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And just because you were actually expecting a blog post tonight I'll fill you in on the conclusion of the Booby Saga. (For those of you who already know this, feel free to exit off now. Or stay. Either way.)

After itching the whole way home from Pittsburgh (that's an hour and a half's worth of itching, for the record) I realized that it seemed to be where the seat belt was rubbing. But this was strange because seat belts have never bothered me before. I turned the light on and looked down my shirt a few times, which I'm sure made oncoming traffic raise an eyebrow. Still nothing, just itch and red.

After I did all the mom-things that must be done when one walks in a door, I changed into comfy clothes. As I was changing I noticed something way down in the farthest recesses of my bra catch the light. I reached, and dug, and shifted the right twin this way and that and finally fished out the offending object.

It was an earring back. The earring back that I'd lost as I got out of the van at Ikea. The one that I looked all over the van to find, and even in the parking lot around the van. The one that fell off and obviously slipped down my shirt front and right into my bra.

Stupid earrings. It's just a really good thing it was the back and not the front with the post. That could have been interesting on an all new level. Doctor, will you remove this earring from my booby please? No, I didn't try a self-piercing. Just don't ask.

Why on earth it would cause so much itching and pain remains a mystery. I can only refer back to that cheap metal allergy thing from the bracelet. But don't tell my ears that the rest of me has an aversion. I prefer to keep them in the dark about my addiction to cheap jewelry.