Last night I decided to head over to KT house, where we talked, laughed, took a little boat ride around the lake, then, I drank....and then I drank some more.
Long story short...
Hahahahaha, this is me remember??
This morning after The Mr. left, I cleaned up the kitchen and decided that I had done enough work for one morning, and laid down on the couch to
"Shit" I yell, to no one. "It's garbage day".
I jump up, blurry and red eyed, throw on my flippy-floppy's and run out, grab can #1 and literally run it to the end of the driveway, if any of you know anything about me, I don't run. If you see me run, you better start running too, because obviously something bad is chasing me. I run back down the driveway and grab can #2 as I'm hearing the rumble and squeal get closer, I turn and run the can up the driveway in just enough time, to turn around, so the approaching garbage boys don't see me in all my red-eyed, psychotic haired, spandex shorts, out of breath glory.
|Two trips, at a panicked run, hauling a 50lb garbage can and I felt like I needed to lay down and die.|
Just yesterday I was telling the younger that we should start training for The Warrior Dash, which is a really fun and muddy obstacle course. I was also telling her that we should get into a mini or half marathon. After today's, near death running experience, I may have to rethink all of this.