I've had a glass of wine.
Ok, two glasses of wine, and one of those I refilled a little part way through.
So, I'm feeling a bit like chatting. My wine glass miraculously appeared on the bathtub ledge tonight. I think it's because I can now levitate objects and float them to me. My husband also appeared in the bathroom at my bidding. NASA may want to study me.
I had a nice chat while in the tub about my run tonight. It may have gone something like this:
Me: I was running at McFarland Park tonight.
Him: hmmmmm
Me: I had this great mix of Josh Groban and Bob Marley on my ipod and I was running through the woods and it was wonderful. I thought someone may have been sneaking up on me so I looked behind me but I was alone. Well, except for a man walking two golden retreivers.
I bet he wanted to kill me.
Him: Or perhaps he was walking his dogs.
Me: I am still alive. That proves that not only is he a rabid murderer, but he is very thoughtful and is thoughtfully planning my long, painful demise. Maybe I should run with a knife.
Him: You would accidentally stab yourself in the leg and then he would catch you.
Me: You know me too well. I should run with mace. I will mace that golden retreiver walking maniac next time I see him.
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