Get Your Skanky Gym Shorts Offa My New SUV

My daughter is almost potty trained. She is doing SO WELL during the day. All that's left is overnight, since she wears a diaper for naps but doesn't need them. Before that happens we have to take the doorknob protector off of her door, take the gate off her crib, get a nightlight in the extra bathroom, and put her potty and wipes in there. I guess we need to teach her to wipe herself, too. For cleanliness we've been doing it for her. Hmm. Hadn't thought about that.

OK, anyway, we're really excited for her. She is amazing. Last night she got up to pee (she knows "I have to pee-pee" is a get-out-of-bed-for-a-spell card, and she plays it fast and loose) and told me over and over again she loved me and I was the best. She smiled at me and looked at me with her beautiful green-brown eyes and I thought, "she is the most beautiful human alive." I leaned in to smell her smell and grinned happily at her, kissing her left temple.

Shut up, it was a moment.

So anyway. Yesterday's run was really good. 5-8-5-2, just to get the two miles in running (with breaks a'course). Next Wed training starts officially, with a 2-mile chug. I mapped out 3 miles around our house and I'm terrified of that. I'm going to have to get up earlier and earlier just to get the miles in in the morning. Seen this? It RAWKS!

OK, enough selfish rambling.

While running yesterday I saw an SUV parked with a "The Club" on the steering wheel. I thought, seriously? You really think that kind of thing is necessary? Then I saw the pair of sweaty gym shorts across the dashboard. Laying out, as if to dry. Then I thought, seriously? You think someone's going to break into your SUV, settle in to enjoy the skank man-sweat smell, and STILL drive off with it? What hubris. I mean really.

Some people.

Skanky sweaty gym shorts go in the trunk.