Friday, October 25, 2002
Dear Diary:

PEOPLE, I NEED YOUR HELP!

My three loyal readers may recall yesterday's entry about how I asked the spousal unit to hide some fundraising chocolate bars I'd bought a while back to help my niece out. It's fine for him to eat that kind of stuff but, um, I have chocolate issues.

Yesterday I shared the humiliating discovery of said chocolate bars in the vegetable keeper, hidden there by the spousal unit in the certainty that I would never find them. It was a painful moment for a woman who prides herself on eating a very healthy diet.

Wait, it gets worse.

As of 1:15 p.m. today, under somewhat mysterious circumstances, there are now only 1 3/4 chocolate bars.

Oh sure, fingers could be pointed, guilt insinuated, snide comments could be made, but really, what purpose would that serve?

Exactly.

Instead I think it would be wise if we focussed on the positive here. I think we can all agree that something good should come out of this potential tragedy.

You KNOW you want it.  Resistance is futile.So I have decided to give away the remaining chocolate bar as a prize.

YES, YOU HAVE A CRACK AT WINNING A FUNDRAISING CHOCOLATE BAR WHICH HAS LIVED IN THE VEGETABLE KEEPER OF MY REFRIGERATOR FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS!

I can understand if you feel a bit woozy from excitement.

After all, I think we can all agree that this chocolate bar is EXACTLY the sort of item for which the words "Thou shalt not covet" were chiseled into stone tablets.

So HOW exactly can you get your hands on this wildly desirable item?

Become one of the few, the proud, the cavorters by midnight, Oct. 31, 2002 and YOUR name will be dropped into a tuque, stirred around with the names of all the other cavorters, and an independent third party will draw out the lucky winner.

I will personally mail this exclusive item anywhere in the world, accompanied by a handwritten note expressing my undying gratitude to The Person Who Has Saved Me From My Dark Need.

Just think of it. Not only are you supporting a movement to get all of us one free day a year to celebrate a random, senseless jolt of happiness, not only will you be enshrined in the Cavorting Hall of Fame, but now ... but now ...

NOW YOU HAVE A CRACK AT WINNING A FUNDRAISING CHOCOLATE BAR WHICH HAS LIVED IN THE VEGETABLE KEEPER OF MY REFRIGERATOR FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS!

I know.

Even I am overwhelmed by this freakish turn of events.

There will be further bulletins as events progress.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductees into the Hall o' Fame, Potential Winners of The Chocolate Bar Which Has Lived In the Vegetable Keeper Of My Refrigerator For At Least Two Weeks are:

Steamed Words
Smothered Hope
Flaming Redheads Are Unavoidable
Lovely Notions
Jessica Says
Would You Like Some Cheese With Your Whine?
My Sweet Exile
The Escapades of Me, Trinity 63

Keith Higgs on the Web

The first ten cavorters who entered the Hall of Fame I have dubbed The Mothers And Fathers of Cavorting. Don't worry, this does not involve messy blood tests, paternity cases OR child support. However, each time I update, I will feature one of them.

Cavorting has a large, loving, extended family of aunts and uncles, too, though, and it would be just wrong not to celebrate their wonderfulness, too.

And now, can I have a drum-roll, please, for Today's Cavorting Aunt's and Uncles:

Don't You People Have Lives?

Duck-Shaped Pain

Katie Doyle

One Girl's Life

Through The Wall

Andare Partire Tornare

Belladonna's Romantic Realism

Moose & Frog or I Always Wanted To Be a Sadie

Cat Got Your Tongue

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