I am a spelling fanatic. I like to spell correctly. When I turned 40 (I know the fact that I have reached that pinnacle may shock some of you), I asked for a new dictionary. I keep that dictionary beside my desk at all times.
When I was perusing match.com for a man, spelling counted. Seriously. David actually complimented me on my writing skills (spelling included) when he contacted me on match.com. See? We are so well suited, we share this desire for proper spelling! Have I mentioned that we have been dating for 20 months now? Indeed!
I digress. I just did a spell check and it says "no misspellings found". Whew!
So, are you aware that tomorrow night, Thursday evening, 8p/7c, the Scripps National Spelling Bee Finals are being televised on ABC?
My sister, LucyJane, and I will be planted in front of the TV. Pina coladas in hand. Cheering on whoever catches our fancy. We will raise our hand between our eyes and the TV, cover the word on the screen, and then fail miserably at spelling it out loud.
So, my friends, this is your public service announcement. Set your DVR, Tivo, old school VCR. Use a pen to circle it on your TV guide. Mark your calendar. Clear your calendar! Prepare to cheer on a child. Challenge yourself. Enjoy good, clean, simple entertainment.
And then, come back here and tell me all about it. If you give it a chance, you will realize and appreciate why I have watched the Scripps Spelling Bee Finals the last 3 years, without fail.
Why cleaning in small increments wins this race.
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