No, no, no, it couldn't be. Didn't my secretary inform you that I never win anything? Oh, really, you are too kind. Thank you, thank you. I just don't know what to say. I didn't prepare a speech because I honestly didn't think it would be me up here, accepting this lovely winners button. Um... oh gosh.... Okay, first I'd like to thank Scribbit for holding and putting together such a fun and creative contest. I'd like to thank The Lazy Organizer for picking my entry. I'd like to thank my family, without them I wouldn't have had anything to write about. I'd like to thank my wonderful husband for tolerating a very silly and excited wife who was jumping up and down in her bathrobe shouting, "I won, I won! The Pooping wooden Moose is mine. I won."
Seriously, I feel like the father from A Christmas Story when he wins the leg lamp. It's a pooping moose, for silly sake, but I won it and THAT is what matters right now. So, "Not a finger!"