Wimbledon starts in less than a month.
That means The Best Thing Ever — England is coming up, too.
And over the weekend, in the midst of my meditative trance brought on by the Eagles and Timothy B. Schmit’s dead sexy fingers, I hit on the perfect insane prize for the winner.
I’m quite excited about it all.
Be prepared.
Eeeeeee! I already have my winner picked!
Actually, I’m torn between two. Argh. I’ll figure it out, though.
I’ve got mine ready, too.
But I haven’t told you the theme. The Theeeeme!
Hee heeheeeeee
What?! A THEME?! Are you trying to ward off things like boy bands (WINNAHS!) and Susan Boyle by picking a theme? Or are you planning ahead for Best Thing Ever America when your theme will be something like “Anything/one in America except sparkly vampires named Movie Jasper Hale and Facebook”?
Well, I will abide by it. I just hope it’s not something so out of my range that I can’t come up with anything. Like “Only songs by the Spice Girls.” Cuz I wasn’t in to them.
sarahk — Hahahahaha! You are freaking out and I am enjoying it! I’m sick. Hahahaha.
No, you’ll be fine. Trust me.
Could you just hint at the theme?
So we could be thinking about it?
I had mine all picked out, too. It involved English Lit.
But it wasn’t Jane Austen.
Sal — Yes, if I were a nice girl, I’d give you a hint, wouldn’t I?
Hm. 😉