We have a weiner!

I crack myself up.

My apologies to those (Rachel) who commented after the arbitrary cut-off. Blame that on our neighbors who no longer provide us with an unsecured internet signal to poach. I was set on doing the drawing at home where I could take pictures of the proceedings so I had to download the entries yesterday at one of the stops on our wide-ranging tour of free wifi hot spots around downtown Knoxville.

The drawing was simple: I wrote down the names of the nine qualifying entrants on a piece of paper salvaged from the recycle bin and then cut them up into individual pieces. Courtney was excluded because she finally read the book over the weekend (causing her immediate and substantial guilt over drinking canned sodas) and Allie was the one who sent me the book in the first place from her own contest.

First the field of competitors:

I have a wide selection of headgear from which to pick the winning name and after considering the yellow construction helmet and the inherited straw cowboy hat, I settled on the park ranger’s flat hat.And the lucky winner is…

Congratulations!

So JustinS (pronounced justins, as in plural justin, because I think it’s fun that way), keep on smiting your enemies because they're a waste of our air anyway. And if you want your rightful copy of Green Chic, email a viable address to theprettiestdennyswaitress@gmail.com and your prize will be shipped post haste.

(And don't miss the part about nail polish. It'll change your life, dude.)