This is what happens when you work from home and you have not yet mastered the art of talking to an eight pound dog.
But there's just too much going on in this brain of mine.
I swear, I cannot complete a proper sentence today.
My friend "M" just brought me this:
How freaking thoughtful. Got to love it & her. Thanks MJ!!
I picked up Peanut from school a mere 15 minutes ago and she has already said to me, "Mom, you didn't get out today did you?"
I start on one thought then all of the sudden, I think of:
dirt
horses
pain
Being called "barbie". If my name was Barbie - that'd be fine. But nope, it's not.
puking [could really live without this one]
blisters
heat [really? 86 in Prescott - come on!]
chafing
This so counts as 50 towards my 100 miles for Neil's VR.
relieving myself in front of horses and others
actually wearing a shirt for a
music [iPod craps out on me {again} I swear I'm going right to the CEO of Apple]
I've bought enough Gu & protein bars to feed a smallish army [of one].
Oh, how I cannot wait to sit down at my computer Monday morning [possibly Sunday, if horses don't chew off my fingers] and write this race report and mark it "done".
Oh heck ya . . . . . I'll be wearing my buckle while typing.
Off bright and early tomorrow to, "GET ER' DONE" Emz style.
You guys rock.
