babble

when I want to say thank you...

Cami Kaos

24 Aug 2007 — 2 min read

I say it as big as I can.

And today I want to say thank you to Landismom because she sent me something very very special. And it is mine now, all mine.

Because I won it.

I never win anything, nothing at all. Well there was that one time I won Miss Whitetrash... but I like to forget about that sometimes, even though the beer can tiara was lovely...

But this I

won

not for the trashy talk and cheap makeup but for going to a

concert

with my kid. Quite a departure no?

So here is my beautiful prize

I had to fight to keep it, K wanted to her her grubby little hands on it too.

But it's mine... mine I tell you, you can't have it but I can!!!!

and I love it...

I love it sooo much.

and so I will read it again.

and again and again. Thank you Landismom! I love it.

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