I've had a few thoughts....
thought 1. I think there would be a lot less divorce if the Olympics happened more than once every four years.
Watching women's gymnastics today (streaming on my computer via a Canadian broadcast), I suddenly understood my husband's completely rude, illogical, and totally pointless March Madness behaviour. Ok, maybe the divorce rate would not diminish but, for sure, David and I would have fewer fights during the month of March if I were reminded more than every leap year that I too can scream at the computer, cheer and cry for people I've never met before, and be completely oblivious to anything and anyone in my presence....while watching a sporting event.
thought 1.b. I will never watch another Olympics if I can't watch the Canadian broadcast.
Trust me, try it.
thought 2. Who actually does that?
Drop their car key down a street drain. Who does that? As it turns out, me. I do that.
thought 2.b. I need to buy a strong magnet to keep with the string I already have in the trunk of my car.
You just never know when it will happen again.
thought 3. either my zucs are getting longer, or next year my hand will be growing directly out of my shoulder as a result of my shrinking arm.
thought 4. F**K
Yeah, ok. I think that thought a lot. But this time it has to do with my going on week 7 of living in the kitchen while this is happening upstairs....
my new stairs are not level...by 2mm. Given that the floor used to be uneven by 17 centimeters, 2mm is not so much but, still... F**k.