Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Two years ago for Christmas, Madre got me this awesome t-shirt.

Don't listen to my sister - I am the favorite.

Don’t listen to my sister – I am the favorite.

I opened it and as soon as I saw it, I held it up and crowed, “Told you I was the favorite!” 

But to my chagrin, Martie had also opened a gift from Madre which was also an awesome t-shirt.  She, too, was holding hers up crowing, “Told you she liked me best!”

Mom likes me best

Mom likes me best

Well played, Madre.  Well played.

Last weekend Madre and I walked/jogged another 5K together.  This one was the Jingle Bell Run and I’m sure it benefitted some charity or other but Madre and I got jingle bells to tie onto our shoes and so I lost all memory of anything other than my tinkling pretty feet.   Once again, Madre and her legs for days won the race for her age division.  I’m not even going to be surprised anymore.  It has become our status quo.  I, of course, did not place at all.



I did get something pretty cool, though.  I forgot my t-shirt to wear to this race (see post from yesterday) and so had to borrow one from Martie.  This is the one I snatched.


Since I have both shirts in my possession now, I’m pretty sure I WIN! Heh. 

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Freddie
    Dec 07, 2012 @ 07:01:55

    I want jingle bells on my shoes! They’d be perfect for when I’m walk dancing! Awesome!


  2. Martie
    Dec 07, 2012 @ 08:20:10

    Cheap shot!!! No fair!!!! I should’ve made you do it topless, it wouldn’t have been the jingle bells distracting you!


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