Uh oh, baby, we won!

I have a weird addiction to contests. I discovered ebay this past Spring as I was stroller hunting for a stroller to handle the two kiddos. I also don't read directions or follow rules necessarily. So I started bidding on items that I wanted. Whether I really wanted them or just sort of thought it'd be cool to have a new Tory Burch tote or unique pair of Nike 360's - I bid on things. After all, all you are doing is hitting SUBMIT and who knows what that means or if these items really exist. Don't hate me. I am sure if you are an ebayer for life and you have actually found a way to profit from this huge mecca of crazy people who sell and buy anything......I'm talking anything.....porcelain figurines to bolts for a door to designer handbags to husbands (yes, I've seen this) then you hate that I would take this platform so lightly.

Well, as it goes, i have never won a thing. And though I never really really wanted to win meaning I had to pay for the fleeting object of my affection - I came home one day in a hissy over my losing streak. I turned to the all-wise-one, the one who is calm and steady and would never submit a bid on a whim to anything, the one who often thinks my stunts are crazy and a little too dramatic.....and I asked him for answers. He tells me that I will never win unless I am the last bidder. You see, I was bidding and then 5 minutes later losing so going back to bid again - 6 times in a row only to end up frustrated all the while the price of any said object had now tripled. Well, husbands news was actually fuel for me. If I'll never win then I'll just keep bidding on things because it makes me feel something that I crave feeling. I can't tell you what it is exactly because it may be a little petrifying to you and to me......I think I just like the control of being able to pick and choose items that I want/need and then forgetting about them. I don't know. It's weird. Anyway, I've now probably bid on a 100 items that I never thought twice about after my initial bid.

Until Monday night.

We are watching the bachelorette as every married couple should do because it will make you really grateful for your normal, non song writing on the whim, non tatooing his arm out of love husband. 7 minutes til 10pm and I have a little freak out. I sort of recall hitting SUMBIT on a new double jogging stroller that you know I have been eyeing for months now and begging anyone who wants to be generous for no reason to purchase on our behalf. No such luck there but it doesn't matter because in ebay world - I own about 11 of these strollers.....I just never actually see them or pay for them. Until Monday. I quickly logged on to ebay and saw the most thrilling and terrifying thing I may have ever seen. YOU ARE CURRENTLY THE HIGH BIDDER. Yes, and a clock with red flashing numbers slowly ticking it's way to "0". Oh &^*%, oh &#&^@&^%, oh no, I exclaimed! "Honey, sugar, sweetheart.....I think we are about to be the owners of a new double stroller." Sweet, how much is it, darling wife?

Uh oh, baby inside of me, we just won you a stroller! The clock hit 0 and instantly I got a pretty cool email telling me I had won. I shrieked and jumped up and down. I NEVER win. What a good feeling! Then, following the first joy-giving email i get one right away asking for payment for my winnings. What? How do you win and have to pay? Of course I turned to the same constant, wise, steady husband and asked him how I won when he said that I would never win. I trusted him. Once again - he lead me down a dangerous path and I trusted him. (Of course this is all his fault, right?)

Anyway, I am still the winner and I have still yet to pay. I will today but in the mean time I literally am finding things to cash in to pay for my premature purchase of a double stroller, really several months before we will need one. I know we will get great use out of the double stroller as we use our single stroller almost every single day for a walk around the neighborhood and though I think the thought of pushing 100 lbs around the hills of our neighborhood sounds less than appetizing - the thought of the cellulite on the back of my legs is more un-appetizing and therefore I will stare at our new "win" every day until I can get out and start melting away these extra pounds of yogurt, mochi, and late night "2nd dinners."

And until I actually submit the payment for the overpriced stroller - I do feel like quite a winner! I don't feel as good as bringing home the cheese on wheels from the garage sale last week because that was actually a steal but I do feel good. I mean, honey, husband, handsome stud - I did save us money by spending it because it wasn't full price as you may have expected I would pay for a shiny, new stroller. You can thank me later. I know you will thank me come the fall when my daily walks with two little ones and a tractor for a stroller begins to melt away my yummy baby weight and any baby blues that might have resulted from sitting in a house all day without a cool double stroller.

You're welcome, husband.