Don't Be Jealous


I got my notice today.
Seriously, I'm on the official winners list.
I mean, the winner selection list. 
Same thing,right? 


Pretty excited to start getting my $5000 a week.
I'm trying to decide what to do first.

Also, just for me, 
this fabulous offer-

Three nickels for $3.99! 
Holy smack, what a deal. 


Don't worry.
When I'm all rich and fancy,
I'll still blog. 
I'll tell you all about my fabulous life.

And, post pictures of my amazing nickel collection. 
I promise not to forget you.

Comments

  1. TangledLouMarch 12, 2012 at 3:39 PM

    This is hilarious. I really cannot wait to see photos of your nickel collection.

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 13, 2012 at 11:12 AM

      I'm thinking I need to invest in a safe. If they're worth 3.99 now, who knows how much they'll be worth in say, ten years.

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  2. JudyMarch 12, 2012 at 3:47 PM

    Three nickels for $3.99? Wow! I am so totally jealous!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 13, 2012 at 11:16 AM

      Yeah, I can understand that. I'm pretty sure it was an exclusive offer, just for me.

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  3. Masked MomMarch 12, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    Hey! I just got an email telling me how to collect the one million pounds I've won in some British sweepstakes I've never entered. Perhaps we can summer together on the coast of wherever rich people do that kind of thing.

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 13, 2012 at 11:13 AM

      South of France? I'll be the one NOT topless.

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    2. Masked MomMarch 13, 2012 at 9:02 PM

      Shoot, we'll be so rich we can pay other women to be topless FOR us. ;)

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  4. MarianneMarch 12, 2012 at 8:26 PM

    Looking for the Prize Patrol now.....

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 13, 2012 at 11:14 AM

      I think if you stay in your bathrobe all day, it increases your chances of winning.

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  5. Deb StevensMarch 12, 2012 at 8:29 PM

    I'm officially jealous. And I've made a print-screen copy of where you said you wouldn't forget the ubiquitous "us." So. Whatever that means, I'm in :)

    Thanks to TangledLou, who seems to know all the goodies and vice verse, I've found you. And I'm loving your blog. Love the "Who I am" page, love the humor, love the pictures.

    Love it.

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 13, 2012 at 11:15 AM

      I'm feeling the love. Thanks. (And, I've added you to my list of those I won't forget!)

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  6. AnonymousMarch 13, 2012 at 12:45 PM

    Sick with envy. Cannot cope. Melting down. Woe is me...

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