I have for years loved entering contests. And mostly because I tend to get lucky. Oh, I don’t win everything I enter, but I think I have a pretty good rate at scoring some great prizes. My best friend Kit will not enter a contest with me because she says that guarantees I’ll win. Okay, so I won the wardrobe from the Bon, the TV set and the airline tickets but to my defense, she had just as much chance of winning as I did.
Last year, we went to a Paula Bejoun lecture. Paula is the Cosmetic Cop and has a wonderful line of beauty products. She talked about anti-aging, and colors and all sorts of things that I personally don’t really lose a lot of sleep over, so when Kit said, “Don’t enter the drawing, I really want to win,” because the drawing came with $200 worth of product and a personal consult with Paula herself. I tried to respect that request. I really did. My little entry form just sat there, vacant and unloved. But just because I love to taunt Kit, I tossed my name in when she wasn’t looking, and two days later I got the call–I’d won. The poor assistant who called me probably thought I was a madwoman because I just broke out in this crazy laugh and couldn’t stop, thinking how much fun it was going to be to call Kit and say “nanny-nanny boo-boo, I won!!!” Okay, you can do that with a friend you’ve known for nearly 30 years.
Now if you think Kit grumbles about this, it’s only a little, because being good friends, I usually share. And after I got done laughing manically at Paula’s poor assistant, I talked her into letting us both come. So Kit got the benefit of Paula’s advice, and I got a bad case of hives from some combo she put on my face. Really, I need to be more firm in sticking to my edict with make-up people: Ivory soap and nothing else. Thank you very much. The hives could also have been cosmic payback (or rather, cosmetic payback) for the years of taunts.
So onto a couple of weeks ago, I am driving to pick up the kids at school and the phone rings. I didn’t catch much of the first part of the conversation, only the “you’ve won our drawing” part, and then I spent a few seconds being smug and thinking how I was going to call Kit, until the guy on the other end paused, and I could ask, “Who is this?”
It takes me a moment to catch up. “Dr. Doo?”
“Yes, you’ve won our Zoo Doo drawing. When would you like to come pick up your Doo?”
Yes, folks. I won Zoo Doo. As in a big pile of well-rotted, worm ridden, really smelly manure. And quite frankly, it was better than winning a case of hives. So the other day, I grabbed up every big pail, empty garbage bag and garden trog I own and went and fetched home my piece of the elephant.
And when the kids got in the car later on, and it still smelled a little, and they asked me what I’d been hauling around, I could honestly say that I’d a bit of elephant. You can’t say that everyday.
Come on, what have you won that you’ll ‘fess to?
Congrats! I won’t even sulk that you didn’t offer to share…Only you can turn a pile of **** into an exotic story for the kids
Oh my gosh, that is too fricking funny! It does make me wonder if Elephant Doo would help my Elephant Ears grow bigger haha.
I’m a contest junkie too. I love to enter things and not because I’m lucky, I just like to enter. Yeah sometimes I’m really drooling over the prize but more often than not, I just want to answer the trivia question or whatever it is.
Currently, I’ve won three signed editions of the same book. Needless to say, I emailed the author and had her sign the other two generically, so I could give them away at RI. Can I help it if she had a really awesome question for me to answer??
Since then, I try to refrain from entering contests with prizes I already have.