Its 5:30 AM and I’ve been up since 4:30 because my back is bugging me. Not sure what I did, maybe it was the long run. But it still hurts and I can’t sleep. So while I wait for the ibuprofin to work, I’m going to type something in Pam’s blog.
Speaking of Pam, just how long do people go on vacation anyway? I’m very certain she is in jail. Feffie keeps saying “Oh, next week, next week.” Well, that is obviously a complete cover up. Do you hear me, Feffie? We are totally on to you.
We’ve been trying to empty all the crap out of our basement lately. Removing boxes and boxes of stuff, sending it all off to church rummage sales and stuff. For some reason, no matter how many truckloads of stuff I take out, there’s still a giant pile o’ junk in the basement. That picture was from almost a year ago and the pile is even bigger now! I don’t get it.
I think about these things when I’m at the computer because my computer is in the basement and I’m looking at all of it while I’m here.
While I was out running today, I passed some guy on a bike. It was pouring rain and he had this goofy grin on his face like “Hey, are we the only idiots out here?” Yup, just us two fools, dude. Rock on.
Hey, look, my back feels better (lie). I’m going back to bed so I can toss and turn and wish I had somebody else’s back for one night.
