It’s a well-established fact among those who know me that I am what they call “competitive”. I have been banished from playing certain board games, my morning swim immediately turns into the Olympics if anyone else gets into the pool, and Mark and I have a whole contract drawn up regarding what can and cannot be said while our fantasy football teams are head-to-head. Blame it on Texas, or having two sisters, or the location of the moon and stars when I was born, but I can make a heated competition out of looking up the location of a coffee shop on my phone (because I will be damned if Mark’s Samsung is going to outstrip my iPhone).
So when Mark told me that the hospital was having a bake sale, what I heard was “Bring It.”
And I also don’t mind admitting that I like the deck stacked in my favor; which is why I went chocolate chunk cookies.