I can't decide if I am secretly hoping that the 60% chance of thunderstorms tomorrow morning means I don't have to race.Although I have spent all week psyching myself up for this.
But maybe this is divine intervention - I mean of course God/Allah/Yahweh/Flying Spaghetti Monster/the Universe/[insert favorite deity here] totally is sending bad weather to give me a break at the expense of all the other athletes who actually trained for this race.
I'm special like that.
And on a side note, manpris featured significantly this past weekend:
I guess if you win Wimbledon, you can rock the manpris.Plus, he is a cute boy with an accent.
He can wear whatever he wants.
3 comments:
Im sorry I dont care how good he is. Those manpris are just lame
That's one fine tennis player! I liked his manpris, headband and grunts in the finals just fine. (When it was 7-7 in the fifth, I went out for just a moment!)
I'm fine with any temperature that starts with a 7.
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