It's Ova!
OK- When I was in high school, a friend of mine named Bobby Sullivan who spoke with a slight lisp and could have been on the defensive line for our not-always-so-awesome football team, decided to join the class for our annual field trip. In the slow English classes, they had read Diary of Anne Frank, so in a sad attempt to culture the rednecks from Fairview, the teachers took us to see the play. Well, we saw it and it was good and everyone cried and all and at the end of the play (that I am sure Bobby slept through) he stood up and faced the crowd and said, "It's ova! It's ova!" while applauding wildly. I couldn't have said it better myself, Bobby. It's OVA! The retreat is ova, the kinda sleeping in is ova, and the free afternoons are ova. I am ok with it all actually. I don't want to be super busy all the time but I think that I am going to be the good kind of busy. Busy doing things I like to do- like water aerobics (5:30 pm tonight at the Turner Center) and stuff. I haven't been to many classes yet but they don't look bad. Things for me are so great now- good jobs, good money, good friends and roommates, good body (for me- I am pleased), good opportunities and other good stuff. Anyway, it might be ova, but it ain't entirely ova until Bobby sings.