A Day Off!

Aw gee - England did not win one single medal of any color or description today! Woo-hoo! My butt gets a day of vacation. And I feel fairly confident saying that now as it is now 11:30pm in China, and unless they have vampires on the teams, I don't think there will be any more medals won today. (Doing the happy dance instead of the ouchie one.)

Would you believe, when I gave hubby this piece of news, his response was, 'Well, I guess I could use a night off'. .... Ex-CUSE ME? HE could use a night off?! Doesn't that just prove the point I made in an earlier post about whiny tops complaining that their hands hurt or their arms are tired?! HA! If he thinks he's getting any sympathy from me, he's barking up the wrong bottom. I think this evening I may just have to wiggle my backside at him every chance I get, and just when he is ready to grab it, remind him that it's his 'night off', so hands off! LOL! Sorry folks, but at 9:30pm tonight, I will sitting on my butt, not waving it in the air, and happily watching Big Brother from the safety of my couch. (I'm taking any chance I get to gloat because I know, at least one day in the next week and a half, England is going to get a surge in energy and snap up half a dozen medals in one day.) And to those of you who are rooting for England to win, I have just one word - ppppppffffffftttttttttt!