I'm skipping Pictures and Distractions this week because all of the sudden it's May 5th which means I have to leave at like negative 5:00 tomorrow morning when it should be illegal to be outside so I can frantically drive all the way across the entire country to get to St. George Utah for the Half Ironman, which is on Saturday.

And I know. I KNOW. I told you guys I was never exercising again and that all I was going to spend the rest of my life doing was eat Oreos and watch trashy reality TV. So far I've kept my promise to you. Which is not great for my upcoming race. (But it's awesome for my thighs!)

And now it's already 6:00 PM and I haven't even started packing my gear and my phone is ringing off the hook with dramatic work calls like this isn't even America anymore and I have to go pick up Matt at the airport in like 2 hours so I don't have much time left with Mr. Pants and he keeps looking at me like this:

because instead of playing with him I keep taking work phone calls and he has had it with this week because the other night we got into a huge fight over peanut butter and he tried to sleep on the couch after throwing a World-War-III-level temper tantrum and I swear to you I actually had to sit down and have a full conversation with a two-year-old dog that has human eyes so I could explain to him why I couldn't give him peanut butter at 1:00 in the morning when it was time for bed so he would stop being mad at me and come snuggle until it was time to get up and go back to the office four hours later and oh my gosh I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT PUNCTUATION IS ANYMORE

What the hell is this thing ~

Is that how we end sentences now ~

Where are my grammar critics~~~~~~~?!~?~?

~It Just Gets Stranger