My Favorite Kidnappers.
I have the post-holiday pudge. That gross feeling from too much peanut brittle and chocolate pie. My exercise routine has been less than stellar in recent months. Tonight, after scarfing down some tacos and 2 (ok 3. fine. 4.) cookies at our 8th grade small group, I went for a run. First off, running in the cold. Ew. You go from comfortable in your multi-layered workout gear to that horrible sweaty freeze in about 2.3 seconds. You know, when you’re kinda cold but also perspiring in weird places and, anyway, that. About a mile and a half in, I was sweaty-frozen and struggling. I saw a car up ahead that had been stopped at…
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I’ve been silently bemoaning the fact that nothing horribly awkward has happened the past few weeks. We don’t usually go very long between embarrassing moments, but it’s been almost a month with nothing to report. Of course we had the Costco incident – not the one where Beckett forever traumatized some impressionable elementary school girls with his diaper blowout (the kind where you wish you wouldn’t have put him in shorts, but maybe pants with an elastic band at the ankles to catch any shrapnel) – but another one: Lady (smiling and looking at Beckett): Look at those hamster feet!Taylor (loud enough for lady to hear): HAMSTER FEET?!Me (whispering quickly):…
Stockyard Stalkers & Throwbacks {cont.}
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