I blew up a bunch of balloons today and hung them in the dining room. I was practicing. Matt said, "Those will be limp by mid-week." If they are, I'll blow up fresh ones before he gets home, because I cannot lose at balloons. (If Matt reads this I guess that plan is blown to hell).
Sam loved the balloons and we've been talking "birthday" a lot. It's a week-long celebration.
I ran today in the rain/wind combo, tree limbs falling at my feet. Cool! I stopped at the corner grocery, where they stack everything a la Sleeping With The Enemy. It's perfect, not one single can out of order. I could take a nap in one of their aisles.
My right foot is killing me because of running hills. I've been making Matt push it and stretch it. The first time he did it, he washed his hands afterward. Tonight, he said, "Are we doing your foot thing tonight? I'm over here mentally preparing for it."
Hilarious.
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