quote of the morning

My wife loves this one:

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you ain’t home by then, don’t come home.”

Running: 20.1 miles
Time: 3h 59m 53s
Avg. Pace: 11:54/mile

I always think of this when I’m running in the morning. The only cars you see are folks heading back to their own beds before Mom calls to check on them.

Her are my totals for this week:

for the record

Washing Machine Drama 2007, relayed in a series of vignettes:

  • Me: “Oh shit, the washer won’t drain.”
  • Beautiful wife: “Perhaps something is stuck in the drain, like a sock.”
  • Me: “No, it has to be something more Manly than that.”
Me being manly:

  • Fuck with machine.
  • Research on internet.
  • Fuck with machine.
  • Research on internet.
  • Fuck with machine.
  • Me: call 800 number, talk with woman who has British or Australian (or maybe both) accent to order new pump.
  • Her: That’s $50. It’ll arrive in three days.
  • Me: drool.
  • Me: Bail water out of washer, turn machine over, find soccer shirt wrapped around water pump cooling fan. Remove shirt. Washer now works fine.
  • Also find another missing shirt, and sock, and two plastic cups under washer, apparently waiting in line to get stuck to moving parts (it just wasn’t their turn yet)
  • Me: Runs in house to tell everyone the washer has returned from the dead! It’s a miracle! Aren’t I great!
  • Beautiful Wife: does not say a. single. word. about predicting this three days and at least $50 ago. Not even a hint.