If Ever I Have Needed Your Help, Internetz, the Time is Nigh

I need you to do me a solid.

And I don’t mean poop.

Ba-dum-pum.

But before I tell you about this exciting event coming up in my life, I need you to decide, right here and now, not to break my heart. If you were to take the information I’m about to share and use it to your own advantage, for instance, I might die a little bit. In the heart department.

Okay.

One of my very favorite bloggers is hosting a weeklong extravaganza of goodness, starting Monday and ending Friday the 12th.

And I am going to win. Oh yes. Yes, I am.

Whimsy is the originator of the Plain White Box, which I was not around for at its inception and which I famously did NOT win last month. Famously.

So, I am all over the Minionlympics. ALL OVER.

I already have my button, over there on the sidebar to the right.

Three points-ah!!!!

And I’m certain to write Chip’s favorite daily comment at least many many times. Like, five. Probably more.

So that really just leaves one more sure way to gain points:

… 1 point awarded to each Creamathelete who has a supporter come and cheer them on at The Creamery (1 point for each unique comment left by a non-competitor; the commenter needs to say who they are cheering for, much like they’d do if they were sitting in the stands at an Olympic event, example: GO FOR GOLD, WHIMSY!). Must be left by an actual real person, you’re on the honor system here. They can comment every day if they’d like, but can only comment once per post.

Please, Interwebz, please. I need the gmboa.

** Geez. Trying so hard to come up with a gumbo joke. Not happening. **

I NEED THE GMBOA. Monday through Friday, kids.