Since we hit June the countdown to blog camp has started. It's less than three weeks now.
Looks like I'm the only one left without a talent. I haven't been discovered yet, even though Britain clearly has got talent... (bad joke, sorry Susan).
I'm going from super excited to scared on the idea of a tattoo.
I think I need to buy Union Jack PJs,
and I need to borrow a Mac because my black Dell simply won't do.
I still can't find my tiara which I stashed somewhere, can't find those damn matching diamond slippers either so don't know WHAT I'll wear for Saturday afternoon at the lake.
I don't know how to represent my country and I'll have to review my complete collection of Eurovision song contests for inspiration...
I know I'll be stressing out about the talent thing for the next nineteen days. But perhaps as a Pole with German blood mixed in I could follow Extranjera's lecture on tequilla with my own on, say, vodka. In fact, apparently I'm good at lecturing, i.e. talking about the same thing for about hour and a half. Perhaps that could be my talent. On a suggested topic.
Or perhaps I could spend that time convincing everyone that rock climbing is da best. In case there is still someone there who doesn't know that...
19 days and counting.