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My husband’s dream may be coming true.
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Bring an avid collector, one of my guy’s favorite programs is Antiques Roadshow. He watches it religiously, envious of all the people who clean out their attics and find priceless treasure.
While I watch the show and see hundreds of people standing in endless lines in the hot sun, clutching and dragging cumbersome objects, inching forward in slow motion for a mind boggling number of tedious hours, just to spend two minutes with an appraiser who tells them grandma’s objet d’art is a fake…
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My husband sees the lucky 6 out of 6,000 people who have something worthy and simply knows that could be him.
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So when I saw this article in a local paper…
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I decided to give him the chance to be lucky.
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After a bit of research I discovered you don’t pay for tickets, they’re free. The catch is… the only way to get them is to enter a sweepstakes. You sign up, submit your name (one per household) and hope they pick you.
So that’s what I did.
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And since my husband’s birthday is right around the bend, I printed that announcement out and put it in a wrapped gift box.
My fingers are crossed they pick our name… not because I want to stand in line for all those bunion busting hours, but because I love my guy and it would make him happy.
And hey, the blog fodder factor could be off the charts.
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