When I am stressed out, I fall into an inevitable pattern of Lazy About Little Things.
This has been A WEEK, you all. In all caps. For reals.
I’m really enjoying the comments on yesterday’s post, both here and at Facebook. You all are funny and smart and thoughtful. Go you!
Wade took Charlie to get a haircut last week; he came home with a fauxhawk (Charlie, not Wade — Wade got his standard buzz cut).
I’ve been trying to write a coherent post for…ooh, a while now. But you know what? It’s not going to happen.
Over the years, I have carefully created a village of friends with quirky kids.
Recently, my schedule has been full of Things I Would Rather Not Be Doing.
Hey there, Internet. It’s been a while.
In exactly three weeks, I will turn 45. Happy birthday to me! Let’s all have a cupcake!
On Saturday morning, I got up at 5 am to run 10 miles. I finished in 1:37, without stopping once.
I ran a half marathon on Sunday, in Dallas. It was an exercise in challenging my comfort zone, from the very beginning.