Dear Baby Jesus: Can you please make it stop raining?? Love, Gitchie
I don't know if your weather is anything like mine (Upstate New York.... hook a left at Satan's armpit and there you have us) but it's been raining for a while now. Our lawn is a soggy jungle and the ground won't dry enough for me to pester my boyfriend to mow. This has seriously held me back from running (fast walking) and after the near death experience on the treadmill I'm still a bit leery about the machine. So once again, trial by mud and fire this Saturday. I'm (almost) sure I won't die.
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