I CAN DO THAT
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It’s a disease . . . and I admit that I have it.
I’ve been suffering from it for years. Or it might be more accurate to say that those around me have suffered from it for years. You see, the issue is I think I can do anything.
When the kids were home, we liked to watch the TV show Survivor together. There were very few shows that we could all agree on. It was fun to get grossed out watching the contestants eat bugs and bowls of unidentifiable sludge and to fail at games of skill. I was sure that if I ever had the chance to be on the show, I would win. The same goes for The Amazing Race.