That Debbie Gibson song kept coming to mind this morning.
Why?
I had two dreams last night. The one I choose to share is my running dream. I woke up at 5:31, told the Pita, "I'm feeling a little better." His snarky reply, "Oh perfect, why don't you go run 20?".
Me: Well, "In my dream" I ran 4 and felt great.
Pita: wait, you dream of running?
Me: Isn't that kind of a given?
Anyway.
Went to sit up and these were glaring at me.
[they were whispering . . . please try me out . . . ]
Bad idea.
I made it this far.
[man how I wish that decimal was one place to the right. ;) ]
Amazing how freaking hard it is to run while coughing.
But what really got me was the coughing fit that lasted a straight 8 minutes. Yes, Peanut captured it all on her iPhone in video mode [plus a few random photos at the start of it all].
All the while saying, "I told you that was a bad idea" about 14 times [each time I stopped coughing to catch a bit of air].
This girl captures me doing everything stupid. I know she's keeping them all handy for when she's 16 and can say . . . . "must I remind you you did ______? Do you need to see the video?"
I'm deleting those videos/photos while she dreams tonight.