We’re not football people. Really, with the exception of Lloyd’s love of baseball, we’re not sports people at all. Sure, I was in high school track for all of two weeks, until I realized that it involved getting up early every day and running, for cryin’ out loud. I also understand that Lloyd and Brad were in track in high school, though were admittedly slow.
Personally, I don’t like watching sporting events either. I just can’t wrap my head around the rules and action. I daydream alot. “Rich Inner World” is what I like to call it. Think ill of me if you will, but that’s just how it is. (We’re just now comfortable enough to tell these Nebraska fans that we don’t really watch football. When we first moved back we thought we might be lynched.)
Why so long-winded? Well, I sat down at this computer to tell you all how I had nothing to post about, when this caught my eye. It came in the mail today.
Why on earth would they send that here? Don’t they know us at all?
Also: Happy Birthday, Beth!!
Hey! I got one of those, too, and was baffled. I don’t even have a TV, for cryin’ out loud, much less any inclination to go to a game. I wonder what list we’re on?
A gambling site sending you mail? I think they know you quite well, Mrs. Scratch-off.
(Wasn’t that a James Bond woman?)
JB: My name is James, James Bond.
MS: Hello Mr. Bond. I’m Mrs. Scratch-off, of the KGB.
JB: I know. I follow your work closely.
MS: You flatter me, Mr. Bond.
Happy Birthday, ME!!! YAY!!!
(And I’m with Brad, Mrs. Roll O’Nickels 😀 )
Happy Birthday Beth!!!
Hey, I’ll have you know that the whole time I was in track I never lost a race.
So, Brad was BEHIND you?
I don’t remember us ever actually racing against each other. He would run the two mile and I would run the one mile, then the next meet we would switch.
It was always the little kid in green from Grain Valley(?) that we were trying to beat, and we often did. I think I came in last a few times though.
Green was Crest Ridge. Grain Valley was blue and white.
Didn’t you feel badly beating the little kid? (Who am I asking? The soft, fuzzy little bunny killer??)
What a memory, Beth! I can hardly remember our own colors anymore, much less other schools!
Dear People at Betus,
Apparently you never metus,
You really upsetus,
Trying to indebtus,
So please 4 getus!
ROTFL!
So, did you stop for a doughnut this morning?
No. I was strong. Strong, I say!!