No pictures. I'm dashing this off via email. Did you know you could post that way? It's like magic!
My race is on Sunday. I'm super excited. But now I'm nervous because of my stupidy knees. I hope they don't give me a repeat performance on race day. I iced them up for an hour last night after a short 2 mile walk. They are much better today. And after walking those 2 miles? My preferred mode of transportation these days is running! Walking was so boring! Even Britney Spears couldn't keep a bounce in my step. (Seriously. I listen to her when I work out. She's the trainwreck celebrity that I follow. Cowgirl follows Lindsay Lohan. We all have one that we're secretly rooting for.)
I also made a tomato cream sauce last night that was divine. Blanched and blitzed cherry tomatoes, garlic, a bit of onion and some cream. Salt and pepper over whole wheat pasta? I am the QUEEN of using up my cherry tomatoes. Any ideas on what to do with green ones? Because it's eventually going to frost on me in these parts- sooner or later. And those monster plants are STILL blossoming and making baby cherry tomatoes. Also, they have becoming so tall and gangly (If they stood up straight, they'd be at least 10 feet tall), that they finally fell over the fence into the neighbor's yard. I told her she could have anything on her side. And some from my side, too. All she had to do was ask. Or come over and steal. There's a crime wave in my neighborhood lately. Someone got murdered and then was burned up in their car two blocks from my house while I was on vacation. And someone got shot last week, two blocks in the other direction. Stealing tomatoes is negligible. Also, I'm no longer allowed to walk to the convenience store.
As if Gay Boyfriend gets to say where I go and how I do it, but he had a point.
I hate it when he makes a point that's worth listening to. Kind of makes me want to bean him over the head with a skillet. But I won't. Because he'd just whine about it and then I'd have to listen to THAT nonsense.