Seriously.
One. in. a. freaking. million.
A
proper
conversational
"flow"
does
not
[cannot]
exist
in
my
home.
For the most part we are three squirrels all going after the same nut.
nut = attention
[Pita walking in from gym]
me: hey, how was your workout?
Pita: good. what the *&%#@ are you doing to the chicken?
Me: sooooo.....good?
Pita: cook veggies - then add the chicken
Me: see my arms?
Peanut: see my leg? [shows 2" semi-bloody scratch]
Me: see my arm?
Peanut: I have no idea how I did it. cool, huh?
Pita: Em, where is the peanut [food peanut] satay sauce?
Peanut: mom, I'm not eating that. The chicken is brown.
Me: it's peanut butter on it. Can I have your Reese's peanut butter egg thing from Easter?
Pita: I don't think chocolate is on the 24 hour pre-endurance run menu and I'm pretty sure we need lettuce for lettuce wraps.
Me: you can wrap them in your freaking __________ . I love you Pita.
Me: you have good toes.
Pita: no, I just have my toe nails unlike my RHAO wife [sorry not telling you what that means].
Peanut: my toes are yellow because I painted them yellow a while ago and they are stained that color. So awesome. I don't even have to paint them any more.
Me: Ya, me either.
Pita: does a dude really want to be told he has nice looking feet?
Me: well if he's my hubby he does. Hey wanna buy me a woodway treadmill?
Pita: ohhhhhh the $10,000 treadmill? Want to buy me 8 guns?
Me: but worth every penny. it won't say "nordic&^%#@" on it!
Pita: valid point. NordicTrack sucks.
Me: soooooooooooo that's a "yes" yay me!!
[eating dinner ---- 4.44 minutes later]
[Pita disappears as he does most days when it's "dishes" time] ;)
Pita: let me show you something.
Pita: TA-DAAAA!
freaking. loved. this.
And those of you who bought a shirt yesterday ----- one will be included in your RUN EMZ package.
So
on to
today.
Today, I enjoy my semi-rest [no running but other workout planned] day.
Me.
My.
bag
o'Corn.
my super ugly chair.
and
and
meet the fockers [dvd].
three. more. sleeps.
