Monthly Archives: August 2012

1,000 miles away

He was there again today. He’s got the tan you acquire by running 80 gazillion miles a year. Race T-shirt. Tiny shorts. Bright orange shoes. Legs that appear to be two-thirds of his body. If you were a tennis player … Continue reading

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damn. that’s all.

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I miss Akbar and Jeff

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I am broken. Should have saved the receipt.

Mr. Pants says I cracked a rib or two in the recent spill. It’s not so bad unless I move or breathe or cough or sneeze or lie down or do the limbo wearing my Carmen Miranda hat. Googling seems … Continue reading

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And don’t get me started on Frito Kahlo

me: My burger has Fritos on it. mo: Eeeeeew. me: Let’s switch! I’ll eat your fish and you can have my burger! mo: Ick. This burger tastes like a funnel cake. me: I’m glad you like it! mo: I’ll need … Continue reading

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