This is all part of my training regimen for the Cherry Blossom 10-miler on April 1st: an intense regimen that has included very little running and drinking several Guinness stouts and smoking a cigar (?) last night. (All very Irish, as it was a MACanudo.)
It really is shocking I'm not a professional athlete. (Then again, John Daly is, and he shares a similar training regimen.)
If there's anything I'm as good at as training, it is parenting. My friend, Jeannine, posted this to my Facebook wall this morning saying it reminded her of me. And frankly, I cannot disagree:
|Yup. Pretty much captures my parenting philosophy. |
Hope you all had great St. Patty's Days and celebrated accordingly. I
swear I'm not a crazy cat lady posed my cat for a photo in honor of the holiday:
|This is my big, fat, hunk o' love, Seamus. God, I love this cat. |
And his tremendous belly.
I'm off for more Aleve. And more mouthwash...