We have been watching lots of Olympics over the past week.
The Olympians are all so young, almost all of them are younger than me. This makes me feel like I have somehow not accomplished something that I should have, as if society is saying to me, “What, you didn’t win the biggest athletic competition in the world by the time you were 17?”
When I was 17 I was really busy just, you know, being 17. And wishing that I were 18. As we watch the amazing athletic feats, I find myself saying, “WOW! Look what they just did! That was so good! I could never do anything that great.” After which the announcer promptly says, “Oh, what a mistake there, that was catastrophic!”
Things the dog could get an Olympic medal in:
- Sloshing her water dish onto the kitchen floor
- Sitting in the sun
- Peeing on light poles
- Jumping at the camera at the exact moment that I take her picture
- Barking at the yorkie who lives down the street
- Snuggling down into her wooly blanket
The hubs is great, and he could win some Olympic medals, too. He could definitely win a medal for mumbling in his sleep; in fact, he would get the gold. When he mumbles in his sleep, he normally says a word or two that I can understand, but most of it is random sounds.
Some of the things the hubs has mumbled this past week:
Scheleraarek….then the tomato said kaaskldf.
Rrrrrrrrrumph chocolate coookksss rrrruffff.
Selerstoni STOP IT! Yeah, slosterfffun…
See what I mean? Maybe in four years sleep mumbling will be a recognized Olympic sport. If that happens, you know the hubs will be there, getting the gold!