Today was my day off. I sincerely thought Friday would never get here. Thankfully it did and to celebrate I slept until, wait for it, 8:45. Yes, a full 4 hours and 14 minutes later than usual. I love sleep. That's where I'm a viking. In between bouts of sofa surfing, I did some On Demand yoga.
Jules and I headed our this afternoon to visit our girl Lauren who just popped out baby Bryce on Sunday. He's so incredibly teeny, yet he has all his parts. Incredible! Not only does he have tons of hair, he's super advanced, only 5 days old and already he can hold his teeny little head up. Congratulations Lauren! (that's Jules in the photo holding baby Bryce)
Anywho. To the poop. Our garage is detached from our home. I went out today to pull my car out and...there was a big pile of crap by my car. So I moved Hubs' hockey gear (ba-dum-dum) and there was a big pile of poop. In our closed garage. This pile of poopy was right by my car door so it couldn't have been there when I parked my car, or I would have stepped right in it. (ewwwwww) Mystery: who pooped and where are they now? Cat? Raccoon? El Chupacabra? I've had the garage door slightly open hoping the pooper will leave. Please leave. Please. So gross. OC I had to share it with y'all.
Good luck to those who are racing! See ya tomorrow for a race recap.