In my hand I hold the winnner of the next publisher's clearing house a.k.a. the confirmed itinerary for our upcoming Turkey-Day Extravaganza at the Colony of Williamsburg. K thought it would be hoot if I had my pic next to the mail slot. My poor knees. As if groveling didn't already take its toll. Though I don't officially reside here as of yet, this piece of postage is just the beginning. Release the hounds.
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