If you can't run anymore you walk
If you can't walk, you crawl. If you've crawled your last your friends will be there to carry you the rest of the way home.
I have very good friends.
Divisional Qualifiers for Div II/III nationals was this weekend and every one of our fencers fenced above and beyond the call. We even had two injured fencers out there excelling in spite of their pain. Every single fencer we fielded fenced above my every expectation, except maybe one and he's excused on the grounds that he is perfect. Long story.
One of my fencers even gave me a t-shirt. I can't wear it, but it wasn't ever her intention to give me something to wear. Her goal was to give me something that I had to work towards wearing. Well played nurse!
After I left, Sara bought a lawn mower. It was supposed to be delivered today at 4pm. Instead I had to drive home from work at 9am to receive it. So if I don't have to drive Sara home from work today, I will have driven 88 miles. If I do, 132 miles. But at least we have a lawn mower. It has a beer holder. I can't wait to mow the grass. Forget the grass, I can't wait to drink the beer. And when you can't walk you crawl, and when your done crawling, you mow the lawn.
