This could be it my little love muffins.
Mama could be called home this evening.
I am being forced...FORCED I tell you...to do a running club tonight. I had never heard of running clubs before I moved to Pensacola. Possibly because they didnt exist in Kansas, or possibly because I was to busy eating my way through the world of fast food...regardless...they are a hot ticket down here. You go to a bar or restaurant and they have the running club thingie. Tonight it's a McGuires Irish Pub. There is a 5k route and you can either walk or jog it. My coworkers have been going for years. I have been avoiding it for years...like the plague.
Unfortunately, my girlfriend has started going and thinks it will be "fun".
She is delusional. Hot...but delusional.
Currently in Pensacola, the temperature is...oh I dont know...one hundred thousand degrees. Basically, its like taking a magic school bus ride to the center of the sun.
And yet...I am going.
Peer pressure sucks.
Why couldnt they want to try drugs instead?
UGH! Healthy people.
So I wanted to write this one last blog, in case I perish in the streets of this God forsaken town this evening. If I do survive to see tomorrow...I will let you know.
Until then...go in peace. Chew with your mouth shut. Always look at the toilet seat when you leave the potty to make sure you arent leaving any stray tinkle or hair behind. Be kind to animals. Laugh at bad outfits. Make out in inappropriate places with people you love. Wear your seatbelt. Eat some chocolate. Be happy.