The Stateline Roller Derby Divas have a bout tomorrow in Kalamazoo and so my mind is in business mode, I know that makes no sense, it should be on plays and game strategy and skaters etc… but I’m worried about merchandise and banners and programs and all the fiddly details that make this almost not fun. (It’s a blast who am I kidding.) So yesterday morning as I’m putting Ella’s snow boots on her feet I’m thinking about picking up the last minute uniforms and finishing out the tickets for Feb. when Ella says “There’s something in my boot” and since we were running a little late because it was -7 degrees outside and I had to warm the car up for 15 minutes to drive us a few blocks so that our eyeballs wouldn’t freeze open on the walk I barked “It’s fiiiiine, let’s go!” When I sat down on the bench at school and pulled Ella’s snow boots off while she got her school shoes out of her back-pack, no less than 6 candy wrappers and 4 old lolly pop sticks fell out of her boot (two sticks were stuck to the bottom of her sock.) Apparently when you don’t want anyone to know you just ate 6 lolly pops in a row, you should feel free to hide the evidence in your boot and forget about it. How big a boot do you think I need to fit three empty bottles of Pinot Grigio?
PS Send us some "nobody breaks any bones mojo" tomorrow if you're thinking of us.