With great dread and deep-rooted fear, I crammed everything into my pack and maneuvered it onto my poor bathroom scale. I’d hoped to come in under 50 pounds, but the last minute “oh, I just have to take this” syndrome bit hard and the final weight was 57.5 pounds. I’m crying as I type this.
I’ll have to do some serious weeding over the next few weeks and I think I can shave a few pounds off that total, but it’s still a ridiculous amount of weight to lug around.
The only person to guess within one pound was my cousin, Donna, who guessed 58.5 pounds. She didn’t ask for a specific amulet, but knowing her well I’ll try to find one that will grant her peace from her crazy family.
Since she is a relative, and to avoid any cries of nepotism, I’m also declaring the second-closest guess a winner as well. That is Scott from Idaho, who nearly nailed it at 59.2 pounds. After learning he’d won, he replied back that he’d recently met a new special lady-friend, so I’ll try to find one to keep stoking the fires of love.
Congrats to the winners (I plan on visiting the amulet market in the next few days) and a big thanks to everyone who played along!
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Ahhhhh thanks cuz, that will do just fine!! (LOL)