I have been impatiently waiting what seems like weeks for a package to arrive. It was really only 5 days I think. But I’m terrible at keeping secrets, and I didn’t want to announce anything too soon just in case it didn’t happen. Like if the neighbor stole my box or something.
It all started last week, I was practicing the art of laziness when I got up to use the bathroom. Next thing I know I’m rocking (banging) my head against the sink and knocking my arms into the shower. It’s not a hard task to do all at once if you’ve seen how small my bathroom is. But then I felt absolutely fine, no panicking, my head only slightly hurt, and the shampoos in the shower were in slight disarray. Why I then texted Hilarie, the queen of anti-calm medical issues, I don’t know, who then set off a chain reaction of panic in everyone else.
So against my will, kicking and screaming, I went to the doctor. He weighed me, poked, prodded, felt me up a little, took my blood pressure about twelve times, tested my reflexes then did a EKG where they stick those things on you then attach what looks like jumper cables to each stickers. He ordered an ultrasound on my heart just in case (which I later had – end result, I’m fine, super healthy, but I could use a little Vitamin D).
The point of that long story is stupid, except for the end. When I was leaving the doctor’s office with the results that I was “most likely fine but go have another test taken” I got an email from Thairapy 365 (if you don’t know what I’m talking about right now, you may as well quit reading.) Brianna, the wonderful person over there wanted to send me a curling iron as a giveaway. Seriously! For one of you guys! Someone else besides me will actually get to experience the ridiculous amazingness of this thing. And maybe you can vouch that I’m not crazy and that it is actually a really good product. Warning, it may come with one glove missing since I just lost mine. (Kidding, I’ll sacrifice myself so that you can learn the proper techniques.)
So the point of the story, no good fainting goes without reward.
Leave a comment below about your worst curling iron experience, or whatever else you want. You can read about mine here. Then I’ll use a random generator to determine the winner. (And everyone give a big cyberspace thanks to Brianna for being awesome!) You have 2 weeks, May 31, 5PM your comment must be submitted. Tell your friends.