I have learned tonight that it is funny as HELL to walk into a room and without saying hello, say in a deadpan voice, "I ain’t no holla back girl." Especially if you happen to be male.
(Can you tell I’m trying to change the subject? I embarrassed Lala (hard to do, dude, SCORE!) and now all your comments are embarrassing ME. But hey. All those comments? And not one mean-spirited or unkind or even mildly scolding? Knitters fuckin’ rock.)
Mariko, Joanna, Becca and I are running the SF Half Marathon on Sunday. Anyone I’m forgetting? Actually, Mariko might be running the full thing, since she does these at the drop of a box of candy. Not sure. I don’t think so, though.
Me, I haven’t been training. I’ve been running, sure. But only little runs. So I’m going to go out on Sunday and run as far as I want to and then stop. I paid sixty bucks, dammit. I want a tee shirt. We’ll call it a nice six or eight miler. I really don’t think I’ll make the whole 13.1. But we’ll see.
So, happy weekend. Thanks for being fabulous.