I failed to admit in print a summer tradition that happened this weekend. I was in rush getting ready for a party, I tried to rush through the process of putting my fake nails on my toes and I glued 9 of my toes together. Also, I glued my thumb and forefinger to my big toe.
I am calling this a tradition, because the same thing happened last year, when I was in a rush to do my own pedicure. It did not happen at any time during the rest of the year. I am guessing that I learn the dangers of super-pedicure glue early on in the summer season, and then promptly forget as soon as the first cool breeze blows through Nashville. For this reason, I can only assume that next summer, I will again have to attend a party where I have raw fingers and toes from having had to pry them apart after a super pedicure glue disaster.
Anyway, this morning my child woke up a bit before 5:00 AM on the one day when my running group was meeting at 7:00 AM to run and I could have slept until 6:30 AM. Thanks, Young Sloan. In his defense, he seemed a little sickly and sneezy. I met up with the group at 7:00 AM and got in a quick 6 miler before having 5 pieces of watermelon. It was a quick clip of a run, and it was so humid. SO HUMID. It takes a good few weeks to for me to get used to the humidity. It hits me like a ton of bricks every year, and I've lived here most all my life and for two years, I lived somewhere hotter.
Tomorrow, I am up and at em' for a Pure Barre class at 6:00 AM.
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