And on the Eighth Day, Vicki Created:

I know I'm going on about three months of posting silence and, yet again, I have no good excuse. Other than I am lazy. And love Battlestar Galactica too much. And am ... um ... lazy. Writing is haaaaarrrdd. [Cue tiny violins]

But, in a twisted turn of fate, an EVENT has happened. A MOMENTOUS, CAREER CHANGING event that I am so desperately, completely proud of that I feel an incredible need to shout it from the top of the ... um ... Internet. Mountain. Thingy.

Ahem.

Moving on. My company's marketing team had the incredibly good sense (also known as: poor judgement) to ask me to source some giveaway options for a rather large conference coming up in January. I was asked to price options for two gifts; one in the $1 - $3 range and another in the $20 - $30 range so we can give our shiny, happy clients something to make them shinier and happier and signrighthereonthedottedlinethanx!

In a stroke of sheer creative brilliance (and, why, yes my arm rather DOES ache from all of the patting myself on my own self's back, thank you) I found, requested a sample of and presented as a viable, reasonable option to the senior marketing manager, the head of sales, my boss and my boss's boss THIS:


BEHOLD, the "Snuggle Me Chenille Blanket."

What is a "Snuggle Me Chenille Blanket?"

That, my friends, is a motherfucking BRANDED SNUGGIE.

And lo, the heavens and the earth moved, angels sang, Jesus was reborn and came unto to us and thusly it was deemed by the powers that be A GOOD IDEA and ACCEPTED as a GIVEAWAY OPTION and I AM A GENIUS.

Because really. Who ISN'T going to be talking about the loony-bins at the booth halfway down the third aisle giving away Snuggies?

Hello foot traffic.

My name is Victoria.

So nice to meet you.