I spent all morning thinking about what I could win a gold medal for. Maybe I can win it for this? No, that’s stupid. Surely there is someone better at that than I am. Well what about this? Maybe. But I could also win it for this? No. I don’t know. I can’t decide. And that’s when it hit me.
I think, but I’m not sure, that I could probably win a Gold medal for INDECISIVENESS.
I would start out my run with my loving husband by my side. We would be running errands and hungry… this is how it would go down.
Are you hungry?
What do you want to eat?
I don’t know. What do YOU want to eat?
Dammit I asked you first.
Why are you leaving it up to me? You know I have a hard time deciding these things!
Well do you want Italian food?
Do you want Mexican food?
Kinda…what do you want?
I’m asking YOU!
But WHY are you asking ME??? When you know I like pretty much everything anyway!!
Then we’ll go get seafood
WELL THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT????
and just when I’m ready to beat my head against the dashboard until I make up my freaking mind Robert would say “well we could always just go home and eat!” And a strange thing happens. I suddenly kinda maybe want Italian food.
So maybe I win a gold medal for indecisiveness. I don’t know. I can’t decide.