Here’s to all you bitches for the texts and emails about my lack of posts. Seriously. Get off my sack.
And I say that with the deepest of love.
My sister and I started running together during the week. Mondays, mostly. Sometimes Thursdays.
I like it – having a training partner. It tests me, challenges me to get out of my comfort zone – her being fast-as-fuck and all.
Turns out that running with Speedy Pants Sister is actually making me faster.
Sadly, it may be making her slower.
But I do appreciate her slumming it at least once a week.
Overheard on Aforementioned Run
Me: And another fart!
Devin: Have you always farted this much?
Me: No, just recently. I tried analyzing what I eat to see if I can identify a cause.
Devin: Figure it out?
Me: No, not yet. But man, they stink.
Me: Dead people.
Devin: I don’t know what a dead person smells like.
Me: Come over for dinner.
Screwed is spelled with a 70.3
So I counted on my fingers today.
Turns out Steelhead is 3 – yes 3! – months away.
Perhaps I need to start focusing more on my consistency and less on…well, everything else. Whining included.
So like any f.a.b.u.l.o.u.s woman in her early thirties on a sunny spring Saturday afternoon in Chicago, I was sitting on my coffee table watching Sex in the City.
(side note – is it just me, or do you also sort of just stop what your doing when an episode is on? I was just off my failed attempt at a workout and on my way to grocery shop, and I just sat. and watched.)
So they were talking about SSB- Secrete Single Behaviors.
You know – all the weird shit you do before the significant other moves in.
Oddly, the one Carrie stated was also one I am partial to – stacking saltines up and eating them with grape jelly in the kitchen. Although instead of reading fashion magazines at the same time, I read Runner World.
One of our so-few differences.
I have many SSBs, as have been frequently noted throughout this blog.
In addition to the already mentioned of:
1.Keeping laundry in the laundry basket until I wear it all again
2.Eating the same thing, every night.
3.Riding my bike in the living room in the middle of the day.
4.Absentmindedly picking at my pedicure while I read reports.
5.Not showering for a few days. Sometimes more.
6.Not making the bed. Like, ever.
Here are a few more:
6.Spending way too much time in the bathroom plucking my eyebrows.
7.Openly and unabashedly passing gas with no fear of sound and smell.
8. Possibly under the covers. But without witnesses, who can really say, no?
9.Eating off paper plates. On second thought, I do that when Cheese is home.
10.Not being fazed by having only carrots and a bottle of wine in the fridge.
11.Three words – Fudgicles For Breakfast.
And like Carrie Bradshaw says, "I can't help but wonder...."
What are yours?