... you find someone to carry you.

So as it turns out, Tamara -- the Goddess of Snark and, as far as I'm concerned, the Grand Aunt of the gunnie world -- has basal cell carcinoma.  To say that this has put a damper on her spirits is a bit of an understatement.

Now, I am personally of the opinion that picking a fight with Tamara Keel is somewhere between "Getting involed in a land war in Asia" and "Going against a Sicilian when death is on the line," i.e. cancer is going to have its ass handed to it so thoroughly it will never be able to sit again, but she is still somewhat rattled by all this.

Some other bloggers have suggested you go to Tam's blog and donate a few bucks to help with the surgery. I think that's a great plan, and if you decide to do that you're an awesome person. In fact, I plan to donate some myself.

As it turns out, some other awesome folks are sweetening the deal:  if you donate to Tam, send a screenshot of your receipt (or forward them the email) and for every $5 you donate you'll get a raffle ticket in drawings for cool stuff:  two gorgeous holsters and two sets of pistol grips. I don't think there's anything unethical about donating, and then entering in both raffles.


However --  I have a slightly less orthodox plan in motion.

As recently as last night, I was conspiring with Brigid and The_Jack to create a Care Package for Tam. The exact details of what we are including are Top Secret (because we are doing something silly for the lulz, you see), but that doesn't mean people can't get in on this as well.

If you are interested in contributing to a morale-boosting care package, email me (erin DOT palette AT gmail DOT com) and I will give you the details of the how and the where and the what.

Tam can't crawl right now. Let's help carry her for a bit.