This weekend, it was just too hot to figure out how to use a knife and fork.
(I realize that’s something I should have been taught years ago. And I’m sure I was. But I’m just a spoon/eat-with-your-hands kind of gal. And so it’s been years, people. Years.
Apparently, it’s not like riding a bike. You don’t just wake up one day and remember. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.)
So when my Team In Training mentor buddy, Pam, and I decided to co-host a dinner party for our new mentees. I did my best possible to avoid showing the world (which consists entirely of my teammates, coaches and physical therapist) just how culturally inept I can truly be.
Sticks. I thought. Sticks are the way to go.
