Shocked to learn. . .

Sometimes at the end of a run I like to throw in a sprint before I cool down. I blame "runner's high" for the brilliant idea I had this evening that:

speed = hurdling prowess.

It does not, nor does it compensate for using an electric fence as a hurdle.
If that wasn't enough to scare me away from trying to jump over anything ever again, I found this picture:


As best as I can tell this runner starts out as a she. You might think that the arm hanging out the back of her head and the fat bulge on her leg helped me come to this conclusion but I'd have to say the real give-away was the added support in the bust area. However, by the time she reaches the hurdle she is definitely a man.
I was feeling lucky that the electric fence was not on but now, that I understand the dangers associated with this sport, I'm glad I didn't clear the fence.

Social Anxiety

This evening Oscar and I got in a fight. He barked in my face so I yelled at him to get out of the room. He got up and left. A few minutes later, when he walked past the entrance to the room, I felt bad so I called to him to come over. He stared at me for a few seconds before he turned the opposite direction and walked into another room.

Is anyone else concerned that this is what has become of my social life?

Tweet?

One of my duties while at home is to pick up the mail from the post office every morning. Today I had to sign for a chirping package marked "Live Birds."

A Dog's Life

Our dog, Oscar is afraid of the dark. Every night my parents leave the laundry room light on for him. When their children were young (and probably afraid of the dark) they plugged a nightlight into an electrical socket in the hall and called that good.