I am anxiously awaiting a call.  THE call.  They are going to call.  ME.  They are going to call ME.

Yesterday I was texter number 93 to WXRT!!  I won the two disc set of Sir Paul McCartney playing live in New York.  It will be here in three days and I am over the moon, because I love the Beatles and I love Paul’s solo stuff as well.  LOVE.

My mom told me that my cousin took his son to see Paul in concert, and I am jealous.  Not for long, because when WXRT calls me to tell me that I am the GRAND PRIZE WINNER today, or tomorrow (or possibly Monday, but I don’t think I’ll have to wait that long), I will begin packing for my trip to see him live in concert in London, England.  WHEN they call.  There is no IF.  I can already see the photograph of Paul and myself in my minds eye, and I know exactly what I will say to him when I shake his hand.

I’ve got a one in 15 shot of heading across the pond.  There’s no one I’d rather see in London, doesn’t it sound just perfect?  Believe it with me, would ya?!