The Godmothers

My favorite water bottle has been captured.

I left it behind at practice today. I thought it was a joke when I overheard girls saying, "Yeah, make sure you don't leave anything, or it will get donated to the lost and found!" This was usually followed by a chuckle. As in, wink wink, we won't really STEAL your things...

Nope, no joke. For reals. My derby league has turned into a mafia organization.

They've imprisoned my water bottle-- my FAVORITE water bottle-- (and possibly my other favorite which, come to think of it, I haven't been able to locate recently) and now I am supposed to auction it back with proceeds going to an Alzheimer's foundation. What a crummy way to force donations, I say!!! Not only that, but the next auction isn't for another 5 weeks... and I might not be around. So, lost for good.

Yeah, I'm making mountains out of molehills, and being generally unaltruistic (a word I've just invented)... but srsly. You don't know the pride behind this canister.


UGH!