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Wimbledon. All of my favorite things rolled in to one:

London. Tennis. My Roger.

If there was only a way to work s'mores into the mix, it would have been even more perfect. Well, that, and being there in person. Some day!

I'm SO sad it's over -- I no longer have an excuse for work avoidance -- but so thrilled that Roger won!

George and I celebrated Championship Day with strawberries and champagne, and both agreed that starting the day with a bottle of bubbly is most civilized. Although not really conducive to getting anything done thereafter, unless it involves napping on the couch.

Posted 05 July 2009 at 02:36 PM