After almost two years of avoiding The Store That Shall Not Be Named, (Walmart if you're a newbie) I had to break down tonight and buy jumper cables. In my defense, I think jumper cables are a totally justifiable purchase at 10:45 p.m. The people who shop at that place at that time of night make motley crew in case you were wondering.
Halfway down the driveway, which is almost halfway down the block, my kid announces that she is going to get the mail. I start to run after her, the whole time I thinking, "Oh, crap. Think of something quick because if she decides to make a run for it, I'm never going to be able to catch her." I have officially reached a stage where I don't think I could run if I wanted to. And if I look straight down I can't see my feet. I wear a size 10 shoe. That explains why I am not able to run.
I have seriously contemplated registering for a MAJORLY awesome half-marathon a few months after the little dude is born just to prove to myself that I will be able to run again one of these days. It is so majorly awesome that I don't want to say what it is because space is limited and I'm afraid you'll beat me to it.
Another funny Scrunch story...She was running through the house with a dowel I use for making korker ribbons. I stopped her and asked what she was doing, "I hunting kitty." It took every ounce of "If I don't stop this now, it is going to come back and bite me in the butt" or I would have let her get him. He's had it coming for a few weeks now.
I have a new sign in my kitchen that is a giant metal cupcake. It reads, "Eat dessert first." I read it about a hundred times a day and love it every time. I even baked cupcakes today.