We are going to the Olympics, can you imagine? We leave in a few days and I haven’t remotely gotten myself or the gentlemen in my house ready. We have passports, there’s that. And plane tickets and a hotel. Also, tickets to events. Rhythmic gymnastics may be on the schedule. But packing? Forget it. Not even close.
I may sound blasé but, as my husband would say, fact of the matter ees, I am very excited. I’ve been an Olympics geek ever since 1972 thanks to (how appropriate) an adorable little Russian gymnast some of you of a certain age will remember as Olga “a Soviet who actually smiles” Korbut. I loooooved her and her cute pigtails.
I don’t know how frequently I’ll post from over there — oh who I am kidding, I can barely manage to post from over here. I mean, please. So I’m thinking, better cram a post in before I go so I don’t lose all the momentum I picked up from the bear hand post. You guys are still commenting on that one.
(I’m good now on ginormous ziplocs, by the way. Thanks.)
So I take a break in my Very Busy Day at the office to get the Russian on the phone, get a little blog lovin’ going, you know, just a little inspiration from my man muse.
ME: Gotta post. Talk to me.
TR: Right now?
TR: No. Brain is closed.
ME: Oh come on, hook me up.
TR: [long sigh]
ME: People are counting on me. On you.
TR: If you have nothing to do at office except make this post blog, maybe you should just come home.
ME: It’s a blog post and I have plenty to do here, I’m important.
TR: Then maybe you should go back to the work.
ME: You really can’t help me? Just talk for a while, I’ll type.
ME: OK. Tell me about what you’re packing. I bet that’ll be funny.
TR: Why is packing funny? What can I say? I am packing enough to fill the case, that is it.
ME: So uncooperative.
TR: Is too hard on phone. I need to see you.
ME: Awww. Really?
TR: Really. Come home. I will talk, you will type.
Now, that may sound cute to you but he’s no fool. It’s a diversionary tactic. He knows I have a short attention span and will forget to nag him about the post when I get home. I’ll be lured by my shiny iPad and lots of digital friends waiting to play Draw Something. And he will be off the hook.
Which is why I’m posting now. Forgive my lack of substance, I promise to do better.
After I pack.