My dog is typically pretty good with leaving the baby toys alone, but we have had a few casualties.
Even better, I saw J chewing on something that was obviously contraband. She spits it out and it is the remnants of a troll hand.
I feel like I'm in Toy Story 5.
Monday, November 28, 2011
I first learned about the turkey trot in jr high, when Whitney Rudd wore the tshirt in P.E. after thanksgiving break. When she explained it was a 6 mile run. For fun. On Thanksgiving. I thought she was a flipping lunatic since I thought hell was running 1 mile.
I had never ran that far, even in training, so I was pleased I didn't walk at all. I was expecting some sort of race day magic so I was a little bummed when I ran it at my typical pace. At least I earned my thanksgiving dinner though :)
Naturally, my adult self wanted to be that lunatic. Of course, I never really grew out of junior high so I needed someone to come with me. My dear sissy obliged, even though she ran a half marathon two weeks ago. Lunatics, I tell ya.
|Showing our buffness|
|Noticing the awesome, well deserved pit stains|
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