My Netflix queue if finally full of TV shows I don’t need to watch thanks to all of your suggestions. I will remember who suggested what so if I hate a show and then you find a flaming bag of poo on your doorstep, you will know it’s from me.
I’m starting with The Wire. Since it isn’t on Netflix streaming and I’m far too cheap to buy or rent it, my friend, Chris, graciously let me borrow his box set.
Note to Chris: no box sets were harmed in the taking of that photo.
Four of you suggested that I watch The Wire, so I have four bags of poo on standby. I’m six episodes in and while it has gotten better the last two episodes, I can’t say I love it. I’m still trying to give it a chance but I’m not sure I’ll make it to season 2 at this point. Pant’s agrees.
In a little over a week, I’ll be running the Disney Tower of Terror 10-miler. I’m running it with my friend, Sheila, and if we can ever get our schedules to mesh, we are going to dress alike and be those annoying, excited girls that other girls glare at. We’re hoping to dress in costume if we can find something that’s running friendly at the last minute.
A couple months ago, Sheila hurt her ankle and was benched from running by her doctor. She hasn’t run more than three miles in a few months, so she’s worried about keeping up with me during the race. (<— ha!)
My plan is to run with her the whole time and go at whatever pace is comfortable for her. Disney has a lot of photo opportunities on their courses, so we will probably take advantage of those. I’ll run a more serious race for the Space Coast half, hopefully. Although, Shelia is one of those people that says she can’t do something and then she does double what she said she couldn’t do and makes you look like a fool.
So tonight is all about getting ideas of what to wear for the race (any suggestions?) and then do a little shopping for hubs. His birthday is Saturday and I am seriously running out of time to get him something. Is it wrong to give your husband cash? Or maybe I can just promise not to wear yoga pants and dirty t-shirts for a week. That’s a good gift.