On Tuesdays I run hills. This month I think every street I run on has "mountain" in the name. The alarm startles me every time. The thing is. I'd rather get up at ungodly hours than run in the evenings. I've lost steam by then. It's so so so hot by then. And, like last night, Griffin told me to have a galss of wine at 5:30 and I did. He's very persuasive.
This morning I woke up dreaming about a girls weekend that was filled with other people who's blogs I read. Not sure why I was dreaming about that. Maybe because I dream write. I dream up hilarious blogs when I'm laying in bed about to fall asleep. I'm very funny in my head. Then I forget. I also "catch up" on blogs before I go to bed at night. So I read about your families, what you did, funny things your kids say, what you are making, what you are eating, what your child ate, how your MIL pissed you off (wait, no... just me dealing with that at this point?) etc.
Anyway, I ran across this book this morning and the description of it makes me laugh. And think about myself. And that I don't have time for 52 dates to find a new soul mate. So instead I'll cyber stalk you without your knowledge.