Last Call!

Ok, after today, you will never hear another word from me about the Teeny Manolo Sweepstakes. It will never enter my vocabulary again. At least, until we do another one.

It is just so easy to enter, I don't understand why everyone and their mother is not entering this contest.

I know that if I could, I would.

For three reasons.

1. There aren't that many people entered, and if we had the contest tomorrow, you would stand a better than 1 in 23 chance of winning one of the gift certificates.

2. I am relatively poor. For absolutely no risk and little expenditure of energy other than linking to a blog, I could win Amazon gift certificates, which I could totally use. And really, they sell WAY more than just books.

3. Glinda rocks.

That is all.

Go here to find out the official stuff.

Comments

Atasha said…
Shhhh, don't remind anyone else. This way my chances will be a little better than zero :)
1:04 AM
captain corky said…
Glinda does Rock!
1:57 AM
chichimama said…
I'm with atasha, even though Glinda does indeed rock :-)!
4:30 AM
Liz said…
Really, Gina! Quit mentioning it already. I don't want my odds of winning to decrease!!! Shhh.
6:38 AM
Laura said…
Oh...I totally suck. I'm sorry Gina. I meant to do this. I have you blogrolled, but I haven't linked to you in a post. I will do that today.
6:39 AM
Steph said…
Come on, enough publicizing it already. You're killing our odds! ;-)

And, I agree, Glinda does rock.
8:46 AM
J said…
Dang it, you're blowing my chances!
9:27 AM
Trixie Twatwaffle said…
Glinda WAY rocks.

Not as much as Gina. But she WAY rocks.
4:21 PM
Patois42 said…
I really hope you get some more entries, not that I wouldn't want to win, but 'cause you really do rock.
9:52 AM
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