Nice one, sarameg!
Ugh, Dana.
Talked to my parents, they are as at a loss as I am, but commiserated and compared notes and agreed that while it feels a little weird we will do the race tomorrow we had planned (Dad is running the half-marathon! Been training pretty seriously) which means I all need to leave around 5 am. Ergo, I will now feed the cats et al and go to bed.
I read the news story with a little more comprehension than my initial "oh shit" reaction allowed and according to witnesses she deliberately ran the guy down, which is a whole new level of disturbing than I had absorbed. Damn.
Jesus, -t. I think you just go run. The rest can just..rest.
Holy shit, -t. I agree with sarameg. Go run. Not running sure isn't going to fix anything.
ccording to witnesses she deliberately ran the guy down
Holy crap, -t. That's extreme.
I hope running takes your mind off it for a bit (go your dad! I'll be there in...uh..six weeks or so?? EEEK!)
I'm sorry for your loss, Sarameg. But that was a great locker room story.
-t, that's awful. I can't imagine what one would do in that situation. I hope the run can take your mind off things for a bit.
Sorry the Best Healthcare in the World(TM) is letting you down, Dana. I hope they'll be able to do something before you leave town.
I'm on my last day of antibiotics and feeling much better. Today I'm going to do All the Things. Or at least as many of the things as I can manage before my energy gives out. Tipping the contents of the fridge into a dumpster are top of the list. Such a waste.
Like, lady, so many things wrong with that. It's not a dirty word. I can still hear you because you're sitting right next to me. And the bit where you looked at me did not help your attempt at subtlety.
Ugh, Dana. I'd have recommended interjecting, "No, she lost because the pageant director was a [look at woman and mouth words] *stupid bitch*." I hope the waitress put their order in as traditional Thai-level spiciness.
Funny story: last night we were playing poker at my friend's private cigar club (she's a baller). And at the end of the evening one girl said something about how she had only drunk bourbon (forget what it was in response to re: beer). And I said I had only drunk kombucha. And she looked at me and asked all seriousness "are you pregnant?" i laughed and laughed (and explained it was due to running in the morning, and my pathetic inability to not be hungover)
-t, that's awful. I can't imagine what one would do in that situation. I hope the run can take your mind off things for a bit.-t, that's awful. I can't imagine what one would do in that situation. I hope the run can take your mind off things for a bit.
So much this!
meara's preggers, pass it on
Ugh, Dana. I'd have recommended interjecting, "No, she lost because the pageant director was a [look at woman and mouth words] *stupid bitch*."
That would be sweet.
So son's GF and I did a 5K this morning. She had never done one but she had the job of driving me down there at 6 this morning so she registered last night so she wouldn't have to hang out in a parking lot for a couple hours. Note to self: Fort Lauderdale at the end of April is Hot, even at 7:30 AM.
eta: then we stopped at the restaurant where my son works and got fed. Now she will nap and I am driving to the other side of Florida in DH's truck to pick up furniture with other son and celebrate my sister's birthday. DH has basketball all weekend so he can't go. I will sleep well tonight.
Awesome work, distance-goers!
