This is my 1000th post.
That is quite a lot of words.
Some of my favorite posts, in case you're new or interested or have reached the end of the internet and care to travel down internet memory lane with me:
My Love List
So Far, So Long
Secret Super-fan
Timeline Seventeen
There We Were, Here We Are
First Letter
I Hope I'm Wrong
More Than You
Keeping Up
The Year of the Rat
I Hope He's Found Her
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I started a blog on MySpace and moved it over to Typepad on a whim one night in 2007 while Mike watched The Sopranos. I'm damn glad I didn't like that show and needed something to distract me from it. New blog tagline: Brought to You by Tony Soprano's Annoying Face.
Anyway, I don't know if you read often or just stop by every now and then or stumbled upon this space on this particular day because you were Googling random things about Veronica Mars but, oh boy, am I grateful you are here, no matter how often.
I wanted to host a little giveaway, to celebrate reaching 1,000 posts. I mean, that's worth celebrating, right? Having THAT much to say is a feat. An endlessly chatty feat!
What would be more perfect to give away than champagne flutes? My love of bubbles is well-documented (oh look, lots and lots of champagne), and even if you don't love them nearly as much as I do (how could you, really?), you should still have pretty glasses to drink from.
Two flutes, from Crate and Barrel, to anyone living in (or claiming an address in) the U.S. The bottle of champagne will have to be on you, but if you're looking for someone to sip with you, let me know!
Just comment below. You can comment with anything, favorite book right now, new favorite artist you've discovered, favorite Etsy shop, favorite thing you've cooked this week, something you're looking forward to, anything at all.
(I'll pick a randomly selected winner by Friday. Or Monday. Depending on how busy Friday shapes up to be.)
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Last night, Kyle turned to me and said, "Claire called and is coming over to play and have juice." He was so sure that had happened, and when I asked him how she had called, he looked at me, annoyed, and said, "On the phone, Mommy." Like, GOD WOMAN, YOU ARE DENSE.
Kyle only knows Claire because A'Dell and I met through blogging.
I have a million other stories I could share just like that one. Stories that remind me why blogging is so grand. It's brought me good, good things, and I'll do it until the day it stops.