All the names went into the official red baseball hat (no team affiliation...you know, in case anyone thought I was a fair weather D-Backs friend who'd decided to swap loyalties over to the Sox).
The official small child subsequently pulled a name from said hat, and the winner is...
Mr. Ken!
So, you see, these soap giveaways are not just a chick thing.
Of course, I have a sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Ken may well end up with this bar.
:-)
Ken, email your address and I'll get this bad boy in the mail.
YEAH! Mr. Ken! :-)
ReplyDeleteReally? I've never won anything in my life. You're not pulling my leg, are you?
ReplyDeleteWell shucks, thanks. (Hands in pockets, face gradually reddening, looks around kind of gleefully but still embarrassed)
I forgot to ask. Are there any other Kens in your stable of admirers?
ReplyDeleteWell, I know another Ken or two, but none of them were smart enough to leave a comment for the soap contest.
ReplyDelete:-)