Sniffing Around My Closet

Yesterday was a good day. Today was much less of a good day. They shared Famous Dave's in common. Did I tell you I love Famous Dave's? I eat enough Devil's Spit to kill a normal person. My lips burn and my tongue begs for mercy. It rawks.

OK. Yesterday we cleaned the house and R's parents came over. We begged them to stay with AB while we went to lunch and ran some errands. Book store (Harry Potter) and grocery store. Bliss to do it without the monkey.

I am lame. Would you like to know how lame? I haven't run in a week. I'm going tomorrow or I'm going to self-flagellate. No that's not what you think, perv. Next week training for the half starts officially and dammit I'm going to stick with it. It includes a 14 mile run in October. That is not very far off. It sounds far off, but it's not. Ho-lee shit.

OK, lame entry, I know. I'm trying to find my funny. It's around here somewhere. It's sniffing around the cat box. Maybe it's rifling through my closet. Wherever it is, I am going to root it out and ingest it like a little hot dog of funny.

Just you wait.