Bummer Big Time

Well, the people from Select Comfort called the Lovely Mrs. G. this morning and said that we did not win their contest. No trip to New York, no trip to Aruba, no $9,000 in prizes. We were so close - but ended up losing. Son of a bitch.

I hate to admit it, but I'm deep down a pretty sore loser. I hate to lose anything - games, contests, anything. I'm not going to cry about it, but I will be disappointed, and I'll probably curse a little bit more. I'm a fairly competitive person by nature anyway, and losing doesn't come easily to me. But I'll try to be graceful in my hour of defeat, and not hope that the winners get third degree sunburns in Aruba. Just first degree, and maybe a nasty case of flea bites.

Okay, time to go find another contest to enter. The best revenge is winning something else.