Choices.

Number one and only reason I am only half way sorta kinda ready for the Chicago marathon in 11 short days:

Option number 1: Run 4.5 miles in your new running shirt! Feel great, especially after eating so nutritiously today (oatmeal, salad, yogurt, apple...)

Option number 2: Eat the remaining two pieces of french silk pie, sneak some beers out of the fridge while Tim is taking an evening nap, and put off cleaning the bathroom and doing the laundry until tomorrow night, when I sleep till 4:15 and then get up and catch a cab to the airport to make my 6 a.m. flight to Connecticut.

Hmmm...which to pick...


Better grab those bottles right now before Tim wakes up and tries to give me a sampling of his post-nap kitten breath. Meowick.