Yes! It's that time of the week. I think its seriously the only good thing about my Mondays as of late. I apologize that the last few weeks have not been very good. Oh well. Come join in the fun. You won't regret it. If anything, you'll instantly feel better about yourself and your crazy week of "did not's" by reading everyone elses! Ain't MckMama the best?!
This week, I did not stay up way past my self-designated bedtime multiple times to watch my team kick major Spurs butt. I didn't scream at the television every five seconds whether it be at the Ref's, players, or the time clock. I didn't get super invested into every game, giving full support to my team, only to have them put me on pins and needles during the fourth quarter. That is something a ridiculously, over-zealous sports fan would do, not me.
While watching said games, I definitely didn't spout off venom filled words towards Ginobili because I can't stand him. I didn't make fun of his nose brace or point out that his nose is now even more gnarly. I didn't tell Mr. Superman that I think Ginobili looks like a garden gnome. I also did not praise Dragic for hours and proclaim my love for him. I don't take that much stock in sports. That is something a man would do, not me.
During last night's game, I definitely did not physically jump up several times nor did I grip Mr. Superman's arm hard enough it made him say, "Ow". I didn't scream, or get shaky nervous, or cry when my team won. I haven't been waiting for the Suns to sweep (or win for that matter) the Spurs in the semi-finals for YEARS. I did not proceed to then dream about Steve Nash, Mr. Superman playing for the Suns, and me tweeting about it. I most certainly did not check my Twitter account when I woke up to make sure that I didn't in fact actually tweet about Mr. Superman playing for the Suns. I don't do weird things in my sleep. I don't get THAT into my team. I don't have dreams about
I totally didn't stress over the zit I found growing on my chin yesterday. I didn't put twenty different coats of zit medicine on it last night in hopes of stopping the nasty bugger from sticking around. I most absolutely did not have a breakdown over the fact that it was still on my face (and bigger!) this morning when I woke up. That is something an over-emotional teenager would do, not me.