Your Chance For Free Java

I've decided to do my very first giveaway on this blog. I've never done a giveaway before because I am nothing if not super duper poor. I'm still monetarily challenged but I thought it would be really fun--for me. It will be a very small giveaway because, well, I have ridiculously small blue outfits to buy.

So here's how it will work. You leave a comment on this blog entry. Guess the date and time that the baby will be born. Also guess the baby's weight and length. One winner will receive a $5 dollar Starbucks gift card for getting the closest to the correct birthday. If more than one person chooses the same correct day, the time will come into play. Another winner will receive a $5 dollar Starbucks gift card for correctly guessing the baby's weight. If more than one person chooses the same correct weight, then we will factor the length in. For kicks throw in head circumference, hair or no hair, and eye color (hey, there are a few African-American's with light eyes) in case there is still a need for a tie breaker. I'm posting this entry now because she could always go into labor early. There's always a chance that someone will choose February 3 and be correct. Although, for all our sake's I hope that doesn't happen. I know $5 is no big deal, but neither is commenting with a few pieces of information.

Okay, friends, guess away. Winners will be announced at a later date. Feel free to hound me if it's suddenly August and you haven't heard anything. I might be really tired. I might drink all the Starbucks myself. And, oh, if you happen to hate Starbucks, guess anyway, you can always find someone who will take that gift card off your hands. By the way, the actual due date is February 27. And yes, you can comment even if you don't have a blog of your own.

If Jennifer decides not to give us her unborn child, you will forget we had this little chat. If you are one of the rightful winners, you will understand that me sending you a Starbucks card would only cause me greater inner turmoil. Instead you will come over to my house--I don't care if flying is involved--and mop my tears up off the floor.