Today we walked. We did not walk for 20 minutes; we walked for slightly over an hour and at the end of our walk, we were not numb. Mind-blowing.
On our walk we met a portly young man trying to walk two English Bulldogs. This must be what an Iditarod participant looks like Eagan-speak. As these two beasts lunged towards my Penelope, I instructed her to sit and stay -- guess what? She did! The portly fellow scolded his dogs (who he could only try to drag away) and looked in awe of my mild-mannered bully- I feel proud.
This thawing means that tomorrow I can continue Yard Clean-up V. 2.0 -- Not looking forward doing this, but I am looking forward to having it done. I'm also meeting T-Diddy for breakfast in Uptown. MMMmmmmm hashbrowns.
Morneau sucked today. I'm disappointed in my Canadian lust package. He's not faring so well in the pre-season. Punto's still lackluster in the batter's box too -- As much as people hate the Punto, I can't help but cheer for him.
At least Morneau's not sucking at poetry reading... Check out Boof-burger trying to recite a poem about the Twin's new HWP (heavy weight pitcher) Livan Hernandez-- here
1 comment:
good lord look at those ears. if only every dog owner worked as hard at being a good steward as you do, we'd sooner have dogs that can drive and cook and wash clothes. i can dream, right?
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