It's all my fault

It's all my fault, Texas. It is raining because I decided that Today is "The Day" for me to start jogging. It is flooding in parts of the state and raining here because Somebody apparently doesn't ever want me to get any exercise. I apologize. If you washed your car yesterday, I apologize. If you wanted to go on a picnic or go swimming or fishing today, I apologize.

I started this blog yesterday as a means of making myself accountable to myself. I was going to start running again after a very long period of slothfulness, and I wanted to be held publicly accountable for my activity or lack thereof. And today, my first day, I get a challenge: "I dare you to run in this."

Oh, and Miss Priss has cut her second tooth this morning and is refusing to go down for a morning nap. She did manage to drink some milk from the cup, but she was mostly interested in chewing on it. Better the plastic spout than my own personal nipple, I say.

I'm all dressed up with no place to go. So, I have decided to climb up and down my staircase for twenty minutes as soon as Miss Priss will let me put her down. I don't care if I have to do it five minutes at a time or even two minutes at a time ten times today, I am getting some freakin' use out of these tennis shoes!