Before we get to the winner of Friday’s 100th-ish Post Celebration Giveaway, I feel the need to clear something up.

There’s been some significant concern over the hand in Friday’s picture.  Yes.  That is indeed MY hand.  But as I clearly stated then, and will reiterate now, I don’t have fat hands.  But I’m afraid that no one is buying that because clearly . . . the picture speaks for itself.

SO.

In an attempt to remove any false mental images of me you may or may not have formed, I will provide some evidence.

Exhibit A

Okay.  I had trouble finding a picture that shows my hand(s).  This one is the best I came up with.  It was taken immediately before I had my nose pierced a few months ago.  I was nervous – can you tell?  BUT the point I’m making here, and there is one, is that the hand is not fat.  It is not bloated.  And I don’t feel it’s manly.  Nor am I elderly.  Told ya so.  Believe me now?  Can we put this matter to bed?  Thank you.

Okay then.  On to the matter at, um, hand.

The winner of my most favourite foldable portable reusable shopping bag is . . .

Which happens to be Kiran of Masala Chica.  Congrats!  You are SUCH a Winner!  And you can tell all your friends and family that I said so.

Thanks to all for the comments and drink suggestions.  I’ve compiled a list and will actually be bringing it on vacation with me at the end of this week so I can have each and every one of your favourites.  Perhaps not all at the same time mind you . . . I may not have fat hands, but I’m no spring chicken.

Okay – well that was fun.  Let’s do it again sometime.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of cleaning up to do.  At the celebration party some idiot put a slice of pizza in the VCR and the beer keg leaked all over my hardwood floors.  Oh, and Willie’s really pissed about the burn mark in the carpet.  Sheesh!  Can’t a few girls celebrate from time to time?