Get the tissues ready

I'm a crier.  I get all teary when I'm happy.  When I'm sad.  When I'm frustrated.  During sappy television.   I cry.  I don't know why I do it either!  The Spousal Equivalent has gotten used to it.  He hands me a tissues and gives me a hug.  My ex hated it.  He would ask me to stop.

This weekend is the Opening ceremonies of the Summer Olympics.  Without fail, every time, I get all teary and sniffly during the parade of nations.

I have tissues, wine and popcorn.  I'm ready for the Olympics!