Monday, November 9, 2009

How It Went okay i guess

Weekend practices at 10:00 AM are so civilized. You can sleep in until eight, unless you haven't been sleeping well and wake up at 6:30 AM anyway, and you can start a nice tofu scramble breakfast, do the dishes, forget the potatoes on the stove until you smell them burning, burst into tears, and when pit crew tells you that it's okay, sob IT'S NOT OKAY NOTHING'S OKAY and feel sorry for yourself on the chaise while he hurriedly scoops the potatoes out of the pan. Then you get petted, and then you get up to make the rest of breakfast & the potatoes are actually just a little bit burned.

Ha ha, this story isn't going to get better than that—