I ran around the lake again last night, or I should say I ran three miles around the lake and took a short cut instead of finishing it... again.... Tonight; I run the whole thing, even if my foot falls off or something even worse happens.
I live in a small town in Washington State, USA, with my wife, two sons, two dogs, a cat, and family nearby. I work at the local community college as an I.T. Specialist.
In March of '02, we bought a 70-some year old house that needed a lot of work. When I'm not working on the house, I like to throw pots, be outside, and read a lot.
3 comments:
what's worse than your foot falling off?!
being attacked by a mirauding pack of chihuahuas, a. that's what's worse.
There used to be a bad biker gang on our road, composed entirely of daschunds. They ruled the top of the lane!
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