dear ellen degeneres

I'm dreaming of a white christmas...oh and tickets to Ellen's twelve days of giveaways. my oh my what a dream come true that would be!!!! I don't even know what i would do with myself? probably the usual jumping up and down screaming like a spaz, while peeing in my pants a little bit. did i tell you that happened at the Taylor concert? as in ALL of the above. i even bought really expensive shiny purple leggings to wear with my tutu and kept the tag on fully intending on returning them after the show. i'm not normally that kinda gal...the one who buys something to wear once and pray that nothing spills on it or harms in any way so that a worry-free return can be made the next day. well let me tell you...i was EVER so careful eating pizza and drinking soda in my shiny expensive purple leggings. we left for the concert without a hitch and i thought since i got through dinner without a spill, i was in the clear. never ever did i anticipate the moment when the lights went down low, the music started, and Taylor Swift appeared on stage before my very eyeballs that my ridiculous amount of excitement would trigger an ever so slight trickle in my knickers. i continued the show with plenty of toned-down slightly less obnoxious singing, dancing, jumping and screaming without anymore outbursts from my bladder. i wasn't too distraught, with hopes that no damage was done. I examined the situation and sure enough, that mild dribble left those mighty expensive leggings untouched. success! and yes, i still returned them, and no i didn't even feel bad...and i don't even remember why i just shared that story in the first place? OH- Ellen. i'm reaallllllllyyyy longing for tickets this year. i'm entering to win said tickets every single say. i'd be more than delighted. and if i indeed won these ever so desirable tickets, i'd surely wear less expensive pants that i already own. just incase.