I Don't Run. Don't Ask Me.
I think a lot. When I don't understand something, I think about it. Lately, I've been thinking about running. Not as in, "I think I should run." More like, "Why in the hell are all these people running?" The only time I remember running on purpose was when my sister was chasing me with a butcher knife. And, when my friend's rooster chased me out of the yard. Of course, I did a lot of running when my kids were little and found joy in trying to get me to chase them. My running always involves chasing. But, running for fun? It's become a bit of a plague. Everyone seems to be taking it up. I see them running in the morning when I'm 'running' to WalMart for milk. Or in the evening, there they are, jogging down the street as if they have nothing better to do. Don't they have anything better to do? Also, running is expensive. You can't just throw on your five dollar WalMart keds, and ten dollar WalMart sweats and ru...
My sweet voice is generally accompanied by a toddlery backup singer! And by singer it is possible I mean screamer. ;) My phone gets very little use at this juncture...
ReplyDeleteI agree with the message in your Six Word Friday post.
ReplyDeleteNice :)
ReplyDeleteGuilty as charged...I'm horrible at picking up the phone ;) I envy your relationships with your sisters...I'm an only child
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely! I'm not very good at picking up the phone, either. Spent too many years bound to one at work. Poor excuse, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWe don't even have a landline phone at the moment. (I held on to it for a really long time, but literally six to eight months went by with NO ONE using it--except the telemarketers who would leave messages on the machine--so I started wondering why I was being so stubborn about it.) And so many cell phones are great at other things, but horrible for actually having a phone conversation. I really miss the hours-long conversations I sometimes used to have with my sisters and several close friends, though.
ReplyDelete