Since it’s killing me that I’m not able to share the bombshell of a finale the “Bachelor” has coming, and I’m horrible at keeping secrets, I figured to be fair, I’d open it up to the sleuthers out there whose lives seem to revolve around this sort of stuff. Not that I haven’t read all your guesses thus far, but frankly, I want to keep reading more because they’re funny. Especially the one about me using the phrase “asleep at the wheel” in a post this week. Come to find out some nut job writes there’s a band here in Texas called “Asleep at the Wheel,” who has a song about a girl, and they dissected those lyrics looking for clues. Listen, first off, I’ve never heard of that band in my life. Second, I’m not smart enough to come up with something like that. And lastly, I’m sure “Asleep at the Wheel” sucks. No offense.
So, for the next four weeks leading up to the finale, in my Tuesday column, I will be … Continue reading