Praise be to every deity in the world that Kevin and Drew were eliminated. Drew's sunken eyes and constant bemoaning of his state made me want to spork him to put him out of his misery. Why go on the damned race if you are aware that you're not physically able to do it? All they did was take a spot that could have been filled by a better, more entertaining team.
That boardroom roadblock was hard!
I still like Rob and Amber. They run a good race and they treat each other with respect. Oswald and Danny also continue to rock my socks... how sweet was Oswald, crying at the beauty of the landscape? I love that those teams were 1-2 again, even after their flight delay. I find some things kind of frustrating though -- like everybody's going nuts trying to figure out the boardroom clue, and it didn't really matter what order they finished in because they all were on the same flight anyway.
I will share my spork with Mary. Getting pissed off because someone passes you? When is she going to realize that it's a RACE? I mean, you can help someone the way that Joyce helped Ian, when they were the last two in the boardroom... sure, that's great, and Ian appreciated it. But expecting someone to sacrifice a lead for you? Um, no.
However, Charla and Mirna may be even more irritating. Way to have a complete mental breakdown on the cab driver, Mirna. And for no reason. Same with the freakout at the big-tire detour. She needs a Xanax, man. I need this team to go home next or I might have to throw something at my TV.
Health update: I can sort of breathe through my nose! YAY! I think
etharei's fic must have healing properties. *nods*
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