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…
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…
I’ll fold it later today.
Today isn’t going to be super crazy.
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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