This Weekend I…
Ate my weight in cheese pizza from Domino’s.
Revisited the spot at Vail where I dislocated my shoulder while skiing. I look thrilled.
Sat in traffic on I-70. Again.
Watched my beloved Kitties get slaughtered by the Kansas Jayhawks.
Questioned whether or not long scarves on males makes them European or Gay.
Skied with my good friend Listy. Did I mention she had a baby a month ago? She’s hard core.
Said: two thousand seven hundred sixty seven prayers before and during Mr. B’s out of bounds skiing adventure.
Decided that I need a real vacation.
I vote gay.
Let's go on vacay! Somewhere with a beach… or maybe just Dallas. Although I don't know if running 26.2 miles counts as vacation.