SIGN ME UP FOR SURVIVOR
My husband and I are fans of the television show Survivor.
We have been watching the show for since Season Two. That's 35 seasons of Outwit, Outplay, Outlast. I enjoy getting to know the tribe members and seeing how they strategize.
I would love to a contestant if it weren't for...
missing my husband,
missing my cat,
missing my daily writing,
having sand on my body
having to live in a bathing suit for 39 days
the snakes and bugs
sleeping on the ground
not being able to blow my hair dry
not having bathroom facilities
not being able to brush my teeth.
Now, I could go barefoot. I could eat rice and coconuts for every meal.
I could compete well at challenges (after all, I've faced the challenges of writing a book, getting it published, and promoting it)
...as long as they didn't include swimming, throwing balls, mud, and being blindfolded.
I tell my husband I could be on Survivor. He tells me I wouldn't survive a few hours.
"You couldn't even survive the boat ride to the island!"
I forgot I get motion sickness.
"But I can do puzzle challenges. I like rice and coconuts."
"Rice for 39 days? What about your nightly treat of ice cream? Daily coffee?"
Then he throws in, "What about Ozzie?"
I would worry about our cat. Jim would only feed him dry kibbles (Jim hates the smell of canned kitty meat and Ozzie is a lover of wet-food).
So, maybe it's not a good idea. It's probably better to live vicariously through the contestants in the comfort of my house and keep my challenges confined to the writing world.
Winning a million dollars and being the sole survivor would be nice,
but I'm a fan of being sandless, warm, and dry.