I’m always waiting for Publishers Clearing House to show up at my house. Let’s face it, we all want that to happen. But I can’t help but think that if they showed up right this minute, I’d be more humiliated than excited. First of all, my hair’s a mess. Nobody wants to be on TV, or see me on TV, looking like this.
What about the house? The driveway needs paving. They’d probably stop at the bottom of my driveway and have a discussion about whether or not it would be easier to pick a new winner or go four-wheeling to the top. Then once they got to the front door all I would be able to think about is if they notice the dishes in the sink, or the crumbs on the floor.
All I’m saying is that if you’re planning on giving me $5,000 a week for life, I’d like a little notice. I love surprises and all, but let me fix my hair and put on some pants… and possibly meet you at someone else’s already clean house.
Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂