I am the champion
Yes, that’s right. I claim that title because I beat the darts champion of my parents’ local pub. The fact that my husband was the champion made this victory even sweeter. He didn’t lose a single match and won the final convincingly. I had been sitting at the bar with my mother, just having a few beers, and had no intention of playing darts myself because you never know how much of a fool you will make of yourself. However, after Rob’s victory and his being just a little too pleased with himself, I decided to challenge him. I won the first leg, so he wanted a rematch. He won that one, but I won the third. Rob still calls himself the champion, but the rest of us all agreed that I was the real champion. My father’s darts buddies immediately invited me to play for them in a tournament against another team in February, but I’m still thinking about that.
Moving my sister’s stuff last Saturday actually went quite smoothly. We left my parents’ house at about 8:30 in the morning and were back at 5 pm, just in time for my father and Rob to eat dinner quickly and go to the pub to play darts. Most of my sister’s stuff is now in our garage and guess what? She found a new room just two days later. If she’d just waited a few weeks we could’ve moved her stuff directly from the old room to the new one. WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING YOU AT UNIVERSITY?
In other news, I put up a new layout. You wouldn’t say, but it took about eight hours to make. My coding skills have become a bit rusty. My darts skills on the other hand… look out for me at Lakeside next year.