Or at least it would have been. If we had been there. As luck would have it, I landed an intense flat-on-my-back case of the 48 hour flu a mere 24 hours before the incredulous event. That's right, not a very favorable math equation.
So look at the picture again. Uh huh, you do notice, I am not there. And poor DH, so loyally stayed home to rub my back while I barfed, so he's not a part of the memorable festivities either.
That rare winter Olympic speed skating event happened to occur on one of the sickest days of my life. But then so did my wedding.
While such illnesses do not seem like ones worth dwelling upon, on a day like today, when I feel headachy, queezy and weak, it helps me. It is good to remind myself I could be missing more than just in-laws coming into town. That would be in-laws with multiple esses, as in DH's parents, and DH's birth mother and her husband.
Yes, you counted right, that is two mother-in-laws, not just one, that might see my dirty toilets, if I don't find a way to will myself out of bed to do some housework.
And if I don't find a way to get out of bed and clean? I'm sure, just like my loving friends at the Olympics, someone will take pictures of my dirty toilets and e-mail them to me. So it will be just like I didn't miss a thing.