I find myself in a less than chipper mood tonight.
There's no reason to write about the events of this evening. Suffice it to say, it reminded me unhappily of my attempt to participate in afterschool softball in junior high. No one wanted the tubby girl on the team. I had no coordination (still don't) and I couldn't throw, catch, or hit the ball. When it was demonstrated that I also couldn't climb over the 6' chain link fence to the field like the other girls, the coach gathered the team together, thinking I couldn't hear them as I walked the long way to the field, and told them that he "had no choice but to take the fat kid on the team." Thus ended my attempts at any organized sport outside of gym class.
Let's just say, tonight, I had a junior high softball moment.
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So, anyone got any great ideas to restore my sense of humor? Leave me a suggestion, win a prize.
I smell like chlorine. I need a shower in a big way.