It eats you starting with your leggings?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy birthday to Mr. Adorable Owen!
Happy birthday, Owen!
I'm seeing a doctor this afternoon. I'm really afraid I may have a stress fracture. I might cry.
Oh P-C, I hope not. Is it your foot?
Happy Birthday, Owen!
P-C, good luck with the doctor.
No, my feet have been fine ever since I got my magic socks. Now my left shin is flaring up every time I run.
Shin splint, maybe?
P-C is one of the coaches/mentor types you're practicing with named Andrew? Strawberry blonde? Law prof?
Shin splint, maybe?
That's a possibility as well. I hope it's just that. I have a feeling that whatever it is, I won't be able to run the 14 miles this Saturday, which is our halfway point milestone run that I was really looking forward to accomplishing.
P-C is one of the coaches/mentor types you're practicing with named Andrew? Strawberry blonde? Law prof?
I don't think so.
Happy birthday, Owen! (Even if I refuse to believe you're three.)
(Of course, I'm in similar denial about Tickybox turning two on Friday.)
Yay, Sox with the Manolos! They were coooool.
thoughts of the moment: i do not want babies biting my boobies.
My flight out of MSP is delayed two hours. So much for getting home at any kind of decent time--probably more like 11pm or later now. BOOOOO.