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happy 200 posts to me

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Blogger is saying that I've written 200 posts. This will actually throw me over to 201.

I should throw a party. Everyone is invited.

There will be a $50 entrance fee. But don't worry, it will be fun - we'll eat m&m's and read old blog posts of mine. I might even allow people to take bathroom breaks. I know, it sounds thrilling.

I have a special announcement to everyone I promised free blog designs (which was like months ago....yeah, I know.) I will send your free designs soon. I PROMISE.

I meant to get some work done last week while I was away from all my clinging children. But instead I just kept looking at my sister's baby saying things like, "Aaaaaaaaw, she's SO CUTE," while I didn't clean her house for her. I don't think I was much help.

But I did take a lot of these:


And that counts for something, right?  (You can see a few more pictures here  we took a billion, but they're not all online - you'd be scrolling forever.)

So since this is my 201st post and I should say something really exciting.......um......did I ever tell you about the time that I won the lottery?

It was supposed to be a gag 'look at how bad I am, I just bought a lottery ticket' kind of joke.  Except then it ended up being a winning ticket.  It was worth $1,876, 500.15    But then I felt so guilty about winning gambling money that I donated the whole thing to charity.

Ok, well, not really.  I've never bought a lottery ticket.  But if I ever did, and it ended up winning money.....yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd keep it.

But I am trying to help out a charity.  It's not going so well.  You can check it out though, since I'm sure I totally won you over with my fake lottery ticket story.

And there you have it - 200 posts (fine, 201.)  I'm so proud to have bored people with my blog for so long.

Comments

LisAway said…
Congratulations! And that picture is extremely cute. I'm clicking over to see more after this.

And also, congratulations on not having bought a lottery ticket. How do you resist? (In Poland people love to waste all the money they don't have on the lotter. I am not one of them.)
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Barbaloot said…
Congrats on 201! And on the very cute niece. And on the very cute pictures of the very cute niece.
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Alison Wonderland said…
Congrats 200 (or 201) is a big milestone. I wonder if I'll ever get there. (I'm thinking not since I'd actually have to blog to get there.)
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Emmy said…
Congrats on 200! And hey I am still here so I guess you haven't bored me too much :) That baby pic is awesome!
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