I might use it to go drinking with Johnny Weir (that lovely & flamboyant American figure skater), or send it back, or let my sister buy herself mitts with it. Depending on what stepmomma says.
In any case, I've got one pair of Olympic Mitts coming my way with zero units of guilt attached.
'Spleen venting' art project re: not being able to buy mitts can now be retired! (Photo is from my 'photo booth' which unfortunately inverts images.)xo
P.S.: re: Lent: Tonight I squeaked in with dinner at work at 6:52pm. Unfortunately it was a special Jamaican themed meal and it wasn't all ready, so I have to wait until tomorrow to try the banana, yam, dumpling, and root-veggie-I-forget-the-name-of part of the meal. I did seriously enjoy my modest portion of plantain and ackee with salt fish. In fact, I may need to send myself to bed early because I am hungry like the wolf. Luckily I got my exercise out of the way with a 30 minute walking video at 11am. So grateful not to have to hit the gym tonight.
***Addendum on November 24, 2010: Interestingly, this post is my 'most popular' and for some reason people continue to view it regularly. I'm not very internet savvy and extremely curious about the routes that people are coming to see it from. If you are willing, please consider posting a 'reply' here on where you saw a link to this post! I'm so nosy. Also, feel free to check on what's going on lately with me: here.