This Saturday I took 21,000 steps.
It wasn’t that hard.
For every step I took, I took two steps back.
It was a day that nothing went right. I got lost on the way to the ballgame and yelled at the general population of the car and sunburned the tip of my nose and discovered that wood bees are not your friends and dropped my phone which now has a giant crack in it held together with scotch tape.
And to add insult to injury?
I cut off the bottom of my jeans to make them fray and misjudged the length and now I’m wearing frayed high waters.
Am I the only one?
Just in case you had a rough weekend, too….
….here’s a little post to make us both smile. 🙂Continue reading