Psssst, come on over here while Ben is in the corner muttering about oil and the government. I mean, yeah, sure; that stuff is important. But there’s little a person can DO about it, while sitting at their desk, pretending to work.

But do you know what you CAN do? You can give money to boobs! Yes! The boobs, they want your money!

Here’s the challenge: As those of you who’ve read over on my blog are aware, I’m in training to walk 60 miles this summer to raise money for the Susan G. Komen Foundation. There are certain milestones in both training and fundraising that the coaches ask participants to keep track of. We get a special badge with spots for little stickers for each milestone, and it’s sort of dorky, but I am just a wee bit competitive, it turns out (who knew!), and I’m a bit irked about one of my milestones.

Currently I am the top fundraiser in terms of dollars collected for the Boston walk. Woo! This means that I’ve blown through most of the fundraising milestones pretty effortlessly. But what I have not yet managed to do is get a single matching donation.

A matching donation is when you work for a big company that oozes money and matches any charitable contributions you make. I fail to believe that NO ONE out there works for one of these sorts of companies. Even if you only give $5 or $10, you fill out a form, and your company matches it and doubles your donation. It’s a beautiful thing.

It’s also the missing sticker for my badge. And I want it. So please consider donating to a great cause ESPECIALLY if your employer matches donations. My boobs will thank you. Well, sort of. Okay, I’m going to shut up now.