Italy, Go Home!!...
(If anyone is keeping score in the Liz vs Martha posting war, I am ahead 1:0...)
I am in a deep, dark depression after yesterday's Germany/Italy game. At first, I thought I'd be fine... but the more people tell me "it's just a game" and "you'll be fine"...the less fine I am. Look. You people don't get it. So leave me alone in my grief. Only A.J. gets it. That's it. So back up off me. I do not want to hear your witty comments, amusing banter, or good-natured teasing.
I am certainly going to blog about the game someday...but for me, the pain is still too near. Therefore, I go off to bed - to cry, to whine, to writhe around in pain -- basically to act like an Italian soccer player! ha!
Never before did I believe these words would cross my lips, but yes.... I am officially a fan of the French soccer team. (But only until the Final ... then back to hating them, too.)
PS...I have instituted a ban on all things Italian in my life. This includes, but is not limited to: food, cars, movies, and boys of Italian geneology. The ban will be in place until I feel better -- so it may never be lifted. (The exception to this ban is my sister, Hannah. She is not Italian, but sometimes believes she is. I love her anyway. But I encourage her to tread softly until I am more myself...)
I am in a deep, dark depression after yesterday's Germany/Italy game. At first, I thought I'd be fine... but the more people tell me "it's just a game" and "you'll be fine"...the less fine I am. Look. You people don't get it. So leave me alone in my grief. Only A.J. gets it. That's it. So back up off me. I do not want to hear your witty comments, amusing banter, or good-natured teasing.
I am certainly going to blog about the game someday...but for me, the pain is still too near. Therefore, I go off to bed - to cry, to whine, to writhe around in pain -- basically to act like an Italian soccer player! ha!
Never before did I believe these words would cross my lips, but yes.... I am officially a fan of the French soccer team. (But only until the Final ... then back to hating them, too.)
PS...I have instituted a ban on all things Italian in my life. This includes, but is not limited to: food, cars, movies, and boys of Italian geneology. The ban will be in place until I feel better -- so it may never be lifted. (The exception to this ban is my sister, Hannah. She is not Italian, but sometimes believes she is. I love her anyway. But I encourage her to tread softly until I am more myself...)
posted by Martha @ 6:43 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:04 AM,
Elizabeth said…
Oh Martha. I have not been abuzz about much of anything these days, but I will say you're falling behind.
I do hope that yesterday's Italy triumph has not left you wandering the streets, brown paper bag in hand (it left me wandering the aisles of Target looking for some sunscreen, but that's a whole different story).
Give us a sign, woman! A word or just a syllable will do.
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