I went running and came back covered with mud. Oh, and there was a marathon on the trails, so I had to hug the side of the trail (with the dog) and try not to run into the dozens and dozens of people going the other way. What was awesome was the number of women in the group, especially women who are not the body shape one generally associates with long-distance running. Go apples and pears, break those stereotypes!
Then I ruined the benefit of the run by having a croissant with butter and jam for breakfast. And now I should clean my house. And go to the grocery store to get food to make my folks for dinner.
DH seems to have a cold, too.
Took a claritin this morning, and seems under control, thank goodness.
YAY pink suit!
well we all seemed to have gotten a good night sleep. There is a lot of stuff going on with my parents, specifically my mom. Therapy should be interesting next week, because I am dumping it all out there.
meanwhile, we are back home. I have vacuumed and mac even helped. because of mac stealing $$ from me earlier this Spring and then from the store yesterday, he now owes me $56. Since his allowance is only $1/week, he is going to have the opportunity to earn extra $$ by doing chores above and beyond his normal minimal responsibilities.
Good on you, msbelle.
Sorry that things are still uproary.
What did he take yesterday?
something for the DS, took one thing out of a package. Of course, something I could not return with an opened package.
I slept in late, and finally got out of bed because the Air & Water show made itself known. I'm showered, dressed (in an actual dress!), and I'm eating soup and strawberries for lunch. The only useful thing I've done so far is unload and reload the dishwasher.
I'm going to make pico de gallo later, and I'm debating on whether I should use red or white onion. I have tons of white onion to use, but recipes are listing red. I could always use white to make guac.
Of course for the DS. It's Mac's crack.
shrift, I use white or yellow onion for pico, never red.
mac is still trying to pick a fight today. We are picking up a friend for a playdate in a few minutes and then I am putting a call into the NY psychiatrist for guidance on meds.
Dear My Friends: I am filthy, disgustingly sweaty and tired. If people do not come over tonight and have TONS OF FUN, I swear I will track you all down and stab you.
Love ya!
