April 13, 2010
Jared says I need to blog.
I say that Jared needs to fold my laundry, rub my feet, and run around the block three times naked. I'm not sure why, but running in the nude has always been a dream of mine--and I want to share those precious longings with my husband.
Any time I ask him to do it, he's all, "No. Why don't YOU run around the block naked?!" And then he has to catch me by my wrist while I slip out the back door.
The bottom line is this: Jared's right, I need to blog.
Lucky for you, I have two posts coming down the pipe. The first post will be titled My In-Laws Got Deported, Mon! (because they did), and the second will be called something along the lines of WalMart is a Giant Box of Poop.
Stay tuned, but don't hold your breath...this is me we're dealing with.
In the mean time, I'm curious--If you could run around the block naked and it was guaranteed that you wouldn't get caught, would you go for it?