I can’t even … I don’t … I mean … BLLLLLLLLLLL!
This morning when I woke up, I was talking to my husband about the fact that we had about $2,500 left to raise and he said, “They’ll probably hit $10,000 by midnight,” and I said, “Well, sometimes it will sort of slow down because everyone that is going to give already gave. Hopefully we’ll get there though.”
I AM A GIANT IDIOT!
I should know better that Pittsburghers would heed the call and go above and beyond. I should have known I would find myself with tears on my cheeks before noon.
I wish I had the right words, and as a writer, I’ve learned my limitations and in this instance, I don’t have the words. Anywhere. And believe me, I freaking looked.
I just hope that somehow you can feel the gratitude in my heart.
I’m going to hit “Publish” here in a second and I’m going to head over to my mother’s house and get that picture and it will be posted before the end of the day. In all its dorky, ridiculous, WHAT THE HELL WAS MY MOTHER THINKING LETTING ME DO THIS glory.
That’s right, I’m blaming my mother. If you can’t blame your mother for every mistake in life, who can you blame? I fully expect that one day my daughter will have a blog and be all, “So I wrecked my car today. I blame my mother. Who lives 3,000 miles away from me. ”
You just watch.
If you haven’t donated and you still want to be a part of this gift, please go ahead and throw a few bucks in the pot while Mike and I figure out how long we’ll keep that donate button up. The more we raise, the more games and gaming systems we can donate.
I’m going to keep you guys updated every step of the way as I get the information from the foundation as to the progress they’re making and what your money will be used for at the hospital.
Again, thank you seems hideously inadequate, so I’ll just give you all a virtual hug since you didn’t give my butler Mike (whose WearPittsburgh donated $150!) the chance to write code for that hologram thingamabob.
Every one of you that donated is the next Awesome Burgher and your giant, tight, awkwardly long hug is in the mail.