Gee, are the Olympics going on now? I hadn't noticed...

Ugh. If I see one more segment about Matt and Katie learning to snowboard - or watching Al make cheese, I'm going to scream. I'm sorry but I find the Olympics so mindnumbingly boring. I think I'd rather read a textbook about how paint dries. With CSpan on in the background.

I think one of the the reasons I couldn't care less about the Olympics is that I really dislike competition. I think I was born without the competitive gene. The one that makes you want to win the swim meet, the art show or the cute guy with the girlfriend. Eh, you can have him, sister. I'll be reading in that tree over there if anyone needs me...

I especially never liked competing with my friends, family or especially my boyfriends. Is this odd? I wonder if that's weird. What's the percentage of people who LIKE to compete with their paramour. (Paramour. Boy, I'm in trouble if I'm running out of synonyms for fiancee already.)

Maybe I am in the minority. Just this morning, my own...beau...was complaining of a tooth ache. I tried to comfort him with stories of my own past dental issues. Next thing you know, he's counting how many fewer cavities he has than me. Is this what we've come to, Mr. Man, competing over tooth decay? At that point I may or may not have thrown a toothbrush at him.

But I now that I think about it, maybe competing with your man is more common than I think. I bet most couples keep silent score on something. What is it for you?

How many kudos at work you both get? How many friends you have? If the dog likes you better than him...?