Training Table, Anyone?

Didn't feel like cooking a meal last night, so I suggested we hit up an eating establishment.

Kate wanted Chili's.

Luke promoted the deliciousness of DQ

Jack was salivating for Red Robin.

Wil and I contemplated Olive Garden...

We drove past all suggestions and ended up in the parking lot at Training Table.

(Haven't been in over a year.)

Oh yeah, an order of cheese fries and the ULTIMATE dipping sauce.

Played rousing rounds of 20Q.

Had us some Thumb Wars~ Wil reigns supreme.

Realistically, a great nite out with my fam.

When we returned to the Hideout, (aka our home), noticed a message on the machine. An employee for a local news station had left a message for MOI, regarding my entry in a GiVeaWaY they were co-sponsoring with....

dun, dun, dunnnnnnn...

THE TRAINING TABLE.

(Oh yeah. Destiny? Fate?)

Found out this morning, That little ol' me and my Wil, are headed to

New York to see Letterman!!!!

Holy *$%^!!!!

I am reeling!!!

I have the luck of the Irish~ And I am not Irish.

I'll tell Dave, "Hi" for you.

AND... I think I recently heard that

My Ty

(Hello, Ty.)

has an apartment in NYC.

I think I'll go sit on his stoop.

Reality in winning.

Thank you Design Mom and Allen Ave for my fantastic win!

I am the big WINNER of this stylin' prizey

Is that too cool?

My reality in winning some random randomness? It is a metro sexual diaper bag. A fabulous Man Bag. I know I KNOW... Kris has no babies and will NOT NOT NOT be having anymore babies, so I am realistically thrilling in this win. Won't I be the cutey on outings with my new bag strapped across my chest? ( you know, I'll be Accentuating the Positive and I have LOTS of positive.... probably too much) To the pool. On a picnic. To Maverick? Every-freakin'-where!

I won it!

I'll use it!

I love LOVE LovEy it.

Don't hate cuz I'm bearing the badge of good fortune