There's nothing I love more than a Bluefly Giveaway. (Maybe a fresh batch of shortbread. Or my dog. But you take my point.) The person who shares my living space and gamely pretends I have fewer shoes than I actually do takes great joy in poking fun at my rabid devotion to the Bluefly Giveaway. He knows I'm playing when, after several days of hearing the same tinny music coming from my computer, he notes that it coincides with a manic smile - the kind you might see on a three-year-old who still believes she'll get something just because she asks for it. Like Pavlov's dog, he laughs at me whenever he hears the signature tune. I truly hope to be able to wave my fabulous freebie in his face someday.

Play it for yourself here.

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