Double trouble

Looking back, it was a weekend of two-fers.

  • We watched two football games (but only one in person)
  • We ate a Thanksgiving Meal that Couldn’t Be Beat. Twice.
  • I saw Casino Royale twice. It was great both times.
  • We had wild monkey lovin’ twice, on Sunday.
  • Not that I’m bragging.
  • Who am I kidding? I am too bragging. This doesn’t happen often.
  • Like, I don’t know when it happened the last time. Life usually interferes.
  • The Cowboys and the Steelers won.
  • I ran twice, 5K on Saturday and 6 miles (almost 10K, but not) on Sunday.

Okay, what do you think my favorite two-fer was?

The pitter patter of heavy breathing

This morning on my run I was found by a couple of puppies. Okay, fifty pound puppies, but they were clearly puppies.

they would sniff and sorta lick at my fingers and tap dance in circles around me (how is it that a dog can run backward just as fast as I can forward? Amazing. Or, I’m slow).

Then they would run off and do doggie things. And then a while later they would find me again, no doubt cluing in on the fact that I was the only thing moving at that hour, and that I was breathing like Darth Vader on speed.