I don't understand how Tom got to be a rabid sports fan and I didn't.
Bethie didn't, either. My friend Paul says it's definitely influenced by your parents, so somehow Tom picked it up from our father, but not I.
It's so cold out and we're both allergic to the cat. Closing the windows helps one but not the other, so we'll suffer until we get a vacuum cleaner. I'm wearing a hoodie with a cardigan on top.
Now Tom's watching football. And I'm playing on the computer. I want to relax but this is all I know how to do at the moment.
And sports are so boring I don't want to watch TV with Tom. Good lord, I don't know what to do. And it's only December 1st. This could be a long winter.
