My Crazy Dreamland
Well, it happened.
Last night was the very first and last episode of
The Amazing Race/Survivor Show
It all started on our island. We were all teamed up.
Lucky me, my partner was Napoleon Dynamite.
The first part of our competition was Amazing Race style. We had to climb a mountain, and then when we got to the top we had to milk a goat. Napoleon and I got to the top of the mountain first. We were fighting like brother and sister while we were getting the milk for our next clue. We finally did, slid down the mountain to a dirt pathway, and started running for our lives to get to Phil first.
We did, and then, BAM, we were in a broadcast studio, waiting for Jeff Probst to show up so we could do the final vote. I was sitting there being all shy. (stop your laughing). Napoleon was on the other size of Jeff's chair yukking it up with all the other people.
Jeff FINALLY came into the room, and talked to all of us. Then he started reading the votes. Napoleon, Dazee, Napoleon, Dazee, Napoleon, Dazee, Napoleon Dazee. I started crying. I just knew that I was going to win the million bucks and how it would help my family. Napoleon didn't need it, he is already rich.
And he wasn't even listening. Didn't jump up and down. Wasn't until about a half hour later that he said,
"Wait, Did I Win? Gosh"
And no, Momma Fargo, I am not on any medication that will make me go all coocoo for cocoa puffs.