Breakfast, Lunch.... and Dinner, too!: Meet Belle. And No- I'm Not Dead, Yet.

I'm happy to report that the running has not killed me, yet. I couldn't walk straight at work yesterday, and hope no one noticed, but other that that soreness I'm doing good! Our Monday afternoon ~~run~~ walk got rained out. Technically, the rain was out of here by 7 and I could have gone, but I was already in my pajamas by that time. Tuesday was day 1. We traveled a total of 1.6 miles in which we walked a block and ~~ran~~ jogged pretty slowly a block. I cursed Daniel quite a few times. I think I only get mad because he doesn't seem to be gasping for air and hurting as much as I do. Showoff. When we got back to our driveway, all I wanted to do was lay down and cry. But there was a lot of traffic going by our house, and thought that might embarrass my family (and myself) quite a bit. Well, Wednesday was day 2. We did the same route again. I completed the mission. Still couldn't breathe, but I've gotta do it! While almost home, I noticed a much older man, wearing tall white socks, what I could've sworn to be loafers on his feet, some shorts, and his shirt in his hand, running by. Did you get all that? Here I am dying, and he's this older 'snazzy' dressed man showing off his running skills. Showoff. Don't like a showoff. But would appreciate it if showoff would put his shirt back on. Well, actually, if said man can do it.... then surely I can?? Run, that is. Not run without a shirt on. I'm not running without a shirt on. You're welcome.

Sofi's first day of school! She's just precious!

We gave Kittrell a fork last night with his squash and told him to go for it. And he went for it, all right. Still finding squash seeds in the strangest places.