Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where anyone reading is free to share three things, whether they're related to anything I'm talking about or not. In fact, the further you steer from what I'm talking about the better. In fact you don't even need to read my stuff in order to share. In fact, I'm going to stop saying in fact now.
1. The photo above, pulled from the archives, is from my Memorial Day camping trip over on the Eastern Shore with the Chesapeake Bay Children. I absolutely love this place and wish I were there now with no other places to be; absolutely nothing to do; no logistics to coordinate; no animals to feed;
2. The Mathews High School Cross Country teams won their district meet yesterday in Williamsburg. Although I couldn't make it due to my paying job, reader Bay Browder, who used to coach cross country himself, was in attendance. He really needs to help out with spring track (the 400, 800, mile and 2-mile or at least the mile and 2-mile) and I will continue to pester him about it.
3. While waiting for the cross country bus to arrive at the high school after the meet, I scrunched down in my car and pretended to read a newspaper, all the while spying on some teenagers gathered not too far from where I was parked. Rolling my window down allowed me to tune in to their conversation which went something like this: "Call him for me." "No! I'm not calling him. You call him!" "No. You." "He's not my boyfriend! You call him." "No, you!"
I'm sure you'll be shocked to learn that my windows quickly came back up not because of this stimulating conversation but because the mosquitoes sucked six pints of blood from my arms while I was trying to hear this riveting exchange.
Yes, it's almost November and we still have mosquitoes the size of chicken hawks.
Yes, I'm 45 years old and the most exciting part of my day involves eavesdropping on teenagers' conversations that are as mind-numbing as the list of ingredients on a box of Twinkies.
Somebody save me. When did this become my life?
Now it's your turn to share. In addition to your three things, can you tell me one exciting thing you did yesterday? Seeing as my definition of exciting involves spying on teenagers while mosquitoes eat me alive, I'm sure you'll have no problem thinking of something.