My Addictive Personality Strikes Again
It’s Brooke’s fault. She mocked me for not watching the Olympics. It’s NBC’s fault. There is nothing else on television. It’s the terrorists’ fault. I’m not sure why, but it sounds good. Anyway, I am now well and truly addicted to the Winter Games. Short-track Speed Skating, K90, K120 (go Simon Amman!), Men’s Short Program, Couples’ Compulsory, you name it, I’ll watch it. Surely there is a 12 step program for this. In other news, Kevin took me out for a memorable Valentine’s dinner, AND he sent me TWO dozen roses at work. He’s right…I like being “fussed over”. What woman doesn’t? Besides, I got the most flowers of anyone I know, and that makes me the winner!
