Naturally, I have decided it is a good time for a bloggin' break.
Mostly because I wanted to whine about my faceplant this morning.
It started as a lovely morning jog. I was feeling like pretty hot stuff, as I had recently passed another jogger. The fact that the other jogger was an 80 year old woman is completely irrelevant. The point is, I was feeling good as the morning commuters drove past. I was 2 1/2 miles away from our house when suddenly gravity overcame me and I became intimately acquainted with the side walk. I couldn't even blame it on Abby this time. She had been running very nicely by my side, and was now staring at me in a most confused manner as I lay sprawled across the sidewalk. Instead I think I will blame it on the fact that "Baby Got Back" had just come on my iPod and I was distracted by the sick beats. I'm fairly certain that I heard the man mowing in his yard across the street stifle a giggle. After I picked the gravel out of my hands and knee and thigh, I debated walking home, but walking 2 1/2 miles takes forever, so I decided to be a big tough girl and run the rest of the way home. I felt pretty hardcore, running home with blood dripping down my arms and legs. I got some strange looks. When I finally made it home, I procrastinated taking a shower for a good long while, because I didn't want to get soap in my boo-boos. But eventually my odor overcame me and I cleaned up, and now my battle wounds do not look nearly as impressive.
Welp, now that you all are feeling appropriately sorry for me, I'm going to go write my gol' darn paper. I am stating for the record that I am not allowed to waste time on the internet until I am done with my paper. Pinky promise.