It was quite cold out today so I opted for the basement...mistake you jackass. I did not have any movies so I watced NewWorldDisorder6 and part of Kranked5. I always bring a water bottle down with an energy drink and fill a Nalgene bottle up with the faucet in the basement. Half way through the ride I am drinking from the Nalgene, about 1/2 gone, and something "odd" is in my mouth (no smartass commets please, I get the reference). I spit it back into the bottle for examination. I was unable to determine what it was so I put everything on pause and dumped the bottle into the sink. DAMN, it's a flippin slug and that was in my GD mouth!
I figure it had crawled up into the faucet as I use it only a few times a year. Damn desgusting.Since I broke my little toe yesterday, (a different story), I was only able to squeak out an hour. Long enough on a trainer watching FreeRide videos, or so that is what I am going to say.
I got a phone message yesterday from the boys out in Colorado and they want to do the Dakota five-O. I'm in and all set or there abouts.
O.K. so the phone was ringing, I was feeding Avery, running for the phone, phone not in the craddle, see it on the other side of the couch, dash to it...and stub my freaking little toe on the edge=broken damn toe.
OUT.



