. . . I didn’t watch the Olympics.
But . . .
. . . I felt my blood pressure rising and just decided to be cool. Why spoil a wonderfully fresh meal with nearly naked guys getting wet for fun and/or profit,
albeit very skillfully?
They say everybody who was anybody was watching. I don’t know.
WordPress says those who were not watching are rare.
I am one of the rare ones.
I was busy.
I was enjoying really good food with a really handsome guy.
Other times, I was mowing, blogging, counseling, bathing, cleaning house, sleeping, washing clothes, baking, wrapping gifts, ironing, helping my grown son move.
I already have a life.
I already have something to do.
I also did not blog about the Olympics.
Really, some kids competed and somebody won?
Rumors that it was rigged?
AS IN: THIS IS NOT NEWS.
Happens all the time.
I really never wanted to watch much, after that.
To admit I wasn’t there.
I don’t do football, either.
Nor baseball, unless my grandson asks.
The only sport that really interests me, anymore, is volleyball.
If I get to play.
photo credit: hops_76