The Decision of What Not to Do

Sadly, I decided that a Survivor audition was not to be. Oh, it wasn’t because I am a woman who gets cold and the idea of sleeping outdoors makes me want to run for covers. It wasn’t because my husband thought I was out of my mind or because I have no clue how to build a shack out of sticks. It wasn’t the idea of the monstrous bugs in the great wilderness, because goodness knows, I’d be stomping the bejeezus out of them.

No, it was because I went running out to my car one morning to get a pencil sharpener for my classroom that I’d forgotten to bring in. (And if you’ve ever left a room full of 25 12-year-olds alone briefly, you know I was hauling HINEY because they canNOT be trusted):slap:…and I was winded on the way back. Here I was, imagining all the horrible things they could be doing to each other in the two minutes it took to run there and back, and I just couldn’t do it.

Um, yeah, Michelle, how’s that exercise program twice a week working out for you?

Ahem. So, Survivor? Not so much. Couch potato? Yeah, baby.

So, did you ever have an idea to do something and then decide at the last moment that this was NOT a good plan?