since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
blinded by love.
i ran 5.25 miles this morning. when i got home, b and kolby joined me for a short cool-down walk. about five minutes in, b says, "man, the trees are really stinky today." and i was like, "what are you talking about?" and he goes, "you know, those trees that smell like butt..." and i said, "um, honey, i think that might be me you're smelling. i did just run 5.25 mils and haven't showered yet."
he got closer. yes, it was me.
i should have let him continue to blame the trees.
i'm a copywriter. it's one word, not two. and it means i write ads.
i like words, ideas, bacon, butter and running. i also like god and my family and my dog.
sometimes i'm happy, sometimes i'm sad. but always, i'm brave. i used to think i wasn't. i was wrong.