Born with a Two-Scoop Spoon

I need to go to MA.  No, not Massachusetts, but McConnell’s Anonymous.  I wouldn’t be that anonymous though since Bob has got me pegged as “one of our regulars.” 

“Just what did he mean by regular Dre?” My husband checks me for the guilty look.  I have not yet admitted the frequency in which I visit McConnell’s.  “Uh-um,” I gruff in a low voice and force out, “d-a-i-l-y.”

My son sells me out.  “What did you do today?”

“We went to the icce ream store and I ate yummi bearz!”

“Ooooh you did,” he says and looks at me with a tisk-tisk.  I shake it off and roll my finger next to my head indicating that our son must be crazy.

Naturally I am excited to compete in the McConnell’s Endurance Challenge this August.  I signed up last night and discovered to my great disappointment that it is just swimming and running.  Where might I ask is the race category “eat 20 flavors of cool cream in under 20″?  I have been training!  I have probably over trained!

Maybe there is still hope, are we at least swimming the mile in WowCow?

~ by drea on July 18, 2008.