Dirty Ol’ Mulch Bag Blues.


June 4, 2018 by sandwichcontrol

They’re the worst.

I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Little Miss Cotton. You’ll want to as well.

Saturday morning was our 5k. Jitterbug rocked it even though her knee was giving her problems. #poorstanley placed 17th overall and 3rd in his age group. I finished 12th overall and 1st in my age group.

And then I died.

No seriously. I was wrecked. I was radiating some serious heat. I drank water and ate a banana because I had no water or food energy left in my body.

After the race I came home and ate a good breakfast.

I sat down for a few minutes and pondered a nap, but instead went out to Teacher Sis’s school to haul furniture around.

After that I paid bills and bought the month’s groceries.

Then I sat down for the remainder of the day.

With my deep dish sausage pizza and some comics.

Then I got the crazy eyes…

Saturday, June 02

And called it a night.

On Sunday I really wanted to work on projects around the house. But instead I just thought about doing projects around the house in between washing clothes and eating random hot links.

I rounded the day out by having a staring contest with the three loads of laundry I washed, but didn’t feel like folding and putting away…

Sunday, June 03

I won.

I’ll fold it later today.

Today isn’t going to be super crazy.

I think.

I’ve got a few things on the books, but nothing too serious.

I’m off to workout to stretch my poor legs out again.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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