Friends,
Sad news. I've just figured out that Acy, Alexander and I are all mathematically eliminated from the family side bet. Maggi cannot be caught; she is the Pineloch Drive Champion. Pray for us, it's going to be a long, long Spring.
Dejectedly,
C
7 comments:
Really, is it worse to live with Maggi after she's won or lost?
Pick your poison, baby, pick your poison.
Do the two weeks of entertainment picking start at the moment of your mathematical elimination? Oh, it could be ugly over there! You really should have picked the teams that were going to win.
Is it just me, or does the world seem a little sweeter today? Food tastes better, the economic crisis seems less intense, the Maine weather even seems to be less depressing. Hmm, I wonder...
Hmm, funny, I would've said just the opposite. My eggs this morning tasted like ash, my shoes are too tight, and I think Dick Cheney is buying the house across the street from ours.
You are all too funny! Have fun, Maggi!
I have managed to slip 22 points behind my spouse! I'm going shopping and leaving a frozen ham on the counter. (Not that this is any different from any other day)
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