Thank you so much for playing along in the comment-to-win contest! Random.org was used to come up with a winner from the 136 comments received, and that winner is....
#110. HeatherC, who said "I would love to win this!! Found your blog through Simple Scrapbooks and love your posts. You book is really fun -- I love how it gives me ideas of activities to do with my kids! Thanks for the inspiration!"
That was a very nice thing to say, HeatherC. Thank you! I hope you enjoy the class. We'll do the business end of your win off-blog : )
An invitation: if you are not HeatherC but are still interested in taking my class, you can still do so. The beauty of Big Picture Scrapbooking is that the classroom is international and limitless, so anyone who wants to register can! If you haven't taken a class at BPS before this would be a great place to start, especially since it's being offered for a lower rate (only $18, which works out to only $4.50 a week! Aren't you impressed by my public math abilities?) You can register for a few more days, but then it will close on September 24. "Doors" opened today and we're going to have a great time.
And now, for a funny story: this morning, as I do every morning, I opened the front door to retrieve the newspaper which Matt tosses on the steps for me on his way to work. I usually set it on the table and take it out of its plastic while the girls are eating breakfast. This morning I looked down and saw there was a slug on my shirt (ew) that had obviously been crawling around on the newspaper but because it was a slow-moving slug and not, say, some jumping banana spider, I calmly went to get a paper towel to get it off me and back outside (Renee! You'd be so proud of me. I am usually a bug killer. But a slug is slow, so I have the upper hand). After I got it into the paper towel, I noticed a second one on the table (ew, ew) and calmly stuck that in the paper towel, too.
By this time Maddie was getting her shoes on in the living room before school, and I opened the front door to kneel out and get rid of the icky slugs. The first one I flicked off (I am slightly more compassionate with a slug but not so compassionate as to carefully set it down) and it landed on the top step. The second one was inside the paper towel, so I had to shake that one out. Except when I shook it, it landed ON MY ARM. WHICH WAS STICKING OUT OF A SHORT-SLEEVED SHIRT. WHICH MEANT THERE WAS A SLUG ON MY SKIN SUDDENLY AND WITHOUT NOTICE. At this point, we all know what happened next: I let out a massive Willis Startle Reflex yelp and started flapping my arm around while I tried to get the slug off me. Maddie was behind me now and started cackling uncontrollably, which got me started cackling too.
All this would have been fine except for the fact that the poor man playing fetch with his dog directly across the street in the park most assuredly got the pants scared off him by some crazy kneeling lady shrieking out of her open door at 7:35 am.