At this pace I will be tied with the Jamaican team for medal standings. I have never worked through such a pile of grief in my life. I found several intriguing things in and amongst the flotsam (wondering if I should give myself a medal for the excavation alone).
- a collection of Turkish language tapes.
- a piece of jewelry I thought I had lost forever
- my old MelonHead labels
- a plastic glow in the dark bat necklace?
It gets weirder, but I think you get my drift.
I have only completed 7 out of the 8 hats and didn’t get them to the store. I also left the house in my pj’s for a large coffee and a newspaper and skulked back home to get my sorry ass back to work. I’m feeling the pressure. Good thing I’m not representing a country.
I hope Alicia and Roxanne can find it in their hearts to forgive me. I wanted the welcome basket stuffed with Olympic souvenirs and now it will just be clean towels. Now to clean out my closet. I guess I’m not really not going to be using the exercise ball in the near future and can commit to deflating it.
John wants to go tomorrow’s event alone. It is the airport. I think I’ll let him. It may be our family’s only chance for gold.