Why do I choose hobbies that require me to exercise this much? In my next life I'm going to get heavily involved in eating competitions. DON'T TRY AND STOP ME. There's a table full of apple pies with my name all over it already.
Feel free to track the progress of the race if you feel so inclined on Saturday morning. I believe this can be done on the Ironman St. George website through what the kids are calling "the Internets." There are also what the kids are call "the apps" for this, too.
And now, your Pictures and Distractions:
|This is not from The Onion. I wonder if the same tactic would help in assessing my dating life.|
|Happy 39th anniversary to Bob and Cathie this week; still crazy after all these years.|
|I texted Cathie to wish her a happy anniversary and tell her how much I appreciate that I have the parents I do have. She responded, Cathie style.|
|Rebecca struggles in our neighborhood.|
|But she never hesitates to remind me of where I fall in her list of priorities.|
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
The comments on yesterday's Tamiville post are delightful.
Most embarrassing confessions. Thanks, Jamie.
Photoshopped pictures of the Eiffel Tower. Thanks, Paul.
Oregon Trail generator. Thanks, Jennifer.
Selfie shoes. Thanks, Krishelle.
And the selfie arm! Thanks, Krishelle.
I'm a little late on this, but Amy Schumer is hilarious.
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~It Just Gets Stranger