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...
Oh how I love me a moonroof. Cloud gazing: I see a hand beckoning to a snake...or maybe that's a dragon?
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