I am forecasting a trend. So I’d just like to apologize in advance. I’m not usually so full of myself. It’s about the Belly♥bar™ contest. I cannot seem to stop basking in the glory that is being a winner. I realize that it’s entirely possible that there was some sort of virtual snafu that prevented all the entries from being received, or that there was a winner for every area and that my entry was the only entry from the Adirondacks, but neither does anything to diminsh my all encompassing elation at standing on a figurative winner’s podium in my head, a warm breeze gentling flowing through my unfrizzy, hair which frames clear, tawny skin. (Stick with me, in my head my hair and…