And the winner is…

…not me. Well, not officially, anyway.

The Driven to Quit Challenge announced their prize winners today. I am not among them. Which is actually a good thing, because as I last posted, I had that little slip up a couple of weeks ago, which would have shown up on my urine test. Wouldn’t it have sucked to have been called up as a winner, only to be shamed by my momentary weakness? That might have sent me right back to the weed.

So anyway, no new car for me. No paid vacation and no $2000 gift certificates for Crappy Canadian Tire. But what did I win? Most likely a cleaner bill of health than two months ago, a calendar full of cute stickers, $63 dollars in scratch’n'win loot—which I put towards the new Neil Gaiman/Amanda Palmer/Kyle Cassidy book, Who Killed Amanda Palmer—a pretty strong sense of accomplishment, a few pounds, a stronger commitment to my gym membership, and this shiny little blog. I didn’t do too badly, after all. And I’m still sticking to my guns. So it’s been a good challenge for me!