Drumroll please . . .
Okay, this was tough, mes amis. At first, I was a wee bit discouraged because I thought my blog visitors would be all, "Hey, a free thing! I pledge my undying allegiance to the Alabaster Mom blog!" and express some unbridled enthusiasm over the prospect of enjoying some garlicky Italian goodness. Instead, there were a lot of crickets chirping and shoulders shrugging and, "Meh. No thanks." Plus, it seems the many Buca di Beppo locations do not necessarily align with where people actually reside.
Nonetheless, it was tres amusante having lots of people stop by and leave me witty comments.
The top contenders were:
Elizabeth, because she came so very close to bringing a tear to my eye. I miss my Pop.
Lisa H, because she was so darned enthusiastic.
Lisa Y, because she succeeded in leaving me with a random fact that caused me to tilt my head like a dog. It also made me think of the way my husband pronounces ca-shew with the accent on the second syllable ("Ca-shew! Gesundheit!") I don't know what's wrong with him. He also gets in the shower and THEN turns on the water. Let's just say that the odds of me outliving him are very, very good.
Honorable mention goes to Carrie, because I can't believe she remembers a video I posted three years ago. And to Gary, for calling me names and insulting my family all in one fell swoop.
I decided to toss the three names into a hat. Wait, I'm lying. I tossed them into a dusty coffee cup that's been in my cubicle at work since Clinton was in office. I asked my trustworthy co-worker, Tiffany, to (randomly) choose a name out of the cup. Tiffany is too new on the job to do anything devious or underhanded. She even looked away as she pulled the name.
And the winner is . . . Lisa H, in all her glory.
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Thanks, everyone, for playing! And thank you for all the nice compliments, even if I did solicit them. I'm all verklempt.
As you were, soldiers.