So while I'm trying to find the perfect job where they pay me a ridiculously large amount of money for working a ridiculously small number of hours, I've decided to try my hand at entering sweepstakes. There are whole websites out there devoted to doing this. Who knew?
But I saw a piece on Good Morning America one weekend about people who were doing this. And, as Kevin puts it, I haven't seen a story on Good Morning America that I don't want to try. He just doesn't understand that my new found desire to find the perfect mascara came from the Today show.
I haven't had any earth shattering wins in the couple of weeks I've been doing this. A coupon for some free salsa. A soccer ball. (Because we just don't have enough of those around here.) A coupon for a free bag of Combos.
Okay, so I was excited about the Combos. Life's perfect road trip food. So imagine my shame and shock when I received an e-mail from Kevin telling me he doesn't know what Combos are. Who exactly is this man I've been married to for almost 15 years? Doesn't know what a Combo is? Are you kidding me? I KNOW that I have eaten them with him at least once since we've been married. Because if you've ever traveled down I-75 from Detroit to Dayton on Christmas Day, you know that the only food available is found in questionable service stations.
So he now understands what a Combo is. But he doubts its perfection. And he's asked me to find a beef jerky sweepstakes. Because he mistakenly believes beef jerky to be the perfect road trip food. Poor uneducated soul.
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