This is it. Your last chance.
Ian and I are leaving tonight for Omaha, to support the CCFA and my father in this weekend’s ‘Guts & Glory‘ walk. We’re still walking, and I’m still looking for (more) support. The last time I mentioned this, our team had beaten its goals and was number one in donations. We’ve still beaten our goal, but have since been steel-toed from our position in first place.
I’m not pointing fingers. I’m just saying that this is your last opportunity* to avoid being known as the freeloading skinflint who’s selfishly taken hours—hours—of laughter, tears, and enjoyment from the well-crafted and witty prose of this blog, and who callously gives nothing in return.
I’m just saying.
Please, don’t feel any obligation or shame or guilt. I just thought you’d might like to sleep at night; the sound, rejuvenating sleep of someone not steeped in remorse and self-loathing.
Have a wonderful day!
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* This is, of course, not your last chance. If not myself, then please support your local CCFA ‘Guts & Glory’ walk. And thank you all for your support!