It felt good. For some reason this felt like a particularly powerful run. And why, I wondered, was that?
Was it the power of the Elvis hair (even if it was suppressed by a cap during the run)
Was it the powerful new tights?
Or, more likely, was it my good luck mutt, Duffy, who was waiting to see me when I got home?
Now it's time for laundry, some housecleaning and packing before the youngest gets home from school and MizBubs gets home from work. Then it's time to try on the full Elvis suit. I'm not sure if I'm ready for it yet.
TCB!
TCB!
5 comments:
Hey Leggy,
How about a little get together on one of these days off?
How can you go wrong with Elvis hair and Duffy?
As Sean Connery once proclaimed, "IT IS THE QUICKENING!!!!"
To rework a Judd Nelson-ism...
I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need are dark hair and some tights.
Wait. I have those! I am just like you! Well, except for the running. I don't run. As my grandmother used to say, I was built backwards - my feet smell and my nose runs.
That hair is working for you! You match Duffy!
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