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Well, we're in the final day of The International Cavorting Day month. I know. I can't believe it either.

Around the globe people are staring fixedly at the list of Cavorting Immortals enshrined forever in the International Cavorting Day Hall o' Fame, wondering which of these few, these happy, these Cavortateers will win the justly coveted

SEMI-SACRED CAVORTING PRIZE FUNDRAISING CHOCOLATE BAR WHICH HAS LIVED IN THE VEGETABLE KEEPER FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS.

I know. I get all tingly looking at it, too. I suppose it would be mean of me to mention that not only do I get to see it, I even get to touch it.

Yes, it WOULD be mean to mention that sort of thing.

Have I mentioned that I get to touch it?

Just checking.

I want you all to know that it's been a major struggle for me NOT to strip this bar of its shiny wrapping and Have My Way With It. I have my needs. Somehow, though, I've tapped into reserves I Did Not Know I Had. Yes, I've been very, very brave.

The bar itself is in remarkable condition. I suspect that there might have been a small Stockholm Syndrome thingie happening between it and the carrots, but hey, whatever happens in the darkness of a refrigerator between consenting adults is nobody's business but their own, right?

So, here's the deal. Get yourself inducted into the International Cavorting Day Hall o' Fame by midnight tonight and your Official Cavorting Number (oh, yes, here at MarnCo, the ruthless multinational behind The Big Adventure we're all about reducing people to ciphers) will go into The Tuque.

On the morning of Nov. 1 the spousal unit will draw one of the numbers out of The Tuque and the lucky winner's name will be posted right here at The Big Adventure so that all three of my loyal readers can marvel at that person's freakishly good luck.

If you are the winner, e-mail me at marn at diaryland dot com with your postal address and I will get your prize off in the mail to you, accompanied by a handwritten note expressing my undying gratitude to you for selflessly throwing yourself between me and a chocolate bar.

People have died from this kind of courageous thing, and the least I can do is thank you.

So now we're down to the final hours. A small handful of people will have the chance to realize a chocolatlicious dream, and the rest of you will have to spend your days lamenting The Road Not Taken.

I pity the fool who doesn't become a Cavortateer.

--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 Semi-Sacred Cavorting Prize Fundraising Chocolate Bar Which Has Lived In the Vegetable Keeper Of My Refrigerator For At Least Two Weeks are: