Apparently there was a conflict as to who actually won the gold medal in barfing. Both Amy and Misha achieved perfect scores in their individual performances. Never to be outdone however, Amy felt the pressure to outscore Misha. She gave a repeat performance last night.
This morning she bounded down the stairs. "I feel better."
"Well, of course you do." I muttered under my breath as I thought of the glorious piles of laundry and bedding awaiting me again today. Did I mention they had brand new comforters? I think they are cursed.
