Ideally I'd be blogging about running right now, but I've had to take another rib pain break from running. I haven't run since Friday and my crazy level is slowly building. The pain has been better yesterday and today, so at least the rest is working. I can always tell when my rib pain is getting better because that's when I start noticing my back hurting again. Ah, pregnancy...you are so magical.
Today I got confirmation on my previously held belief that Peanut is an awful guard dog. Sure, she has markings that vaguely resemble breeds that CAN be guard dogs and sometimes she even pretends to be fierce.
|Go for the ear Peanut!|
We had workmen in and out of the house today (we had to get a new sliding glass door in the basement and roof repairs from storm damage) and Peanut acted like those 2 guys were her long lost owners. She followed one of them around all morning and started uncontrollably wiggling every time he looked in her direction. It's good that she's so loyal.
|Yeah, well I'd be more loyal if you got me my OWN Dorothy the Dinosaur backpack|
Maybe Peanut was just mad that she had to stay home when Faith and I went to "Wiggle Giggle Time" at the library. There are few things more fun than "Wiggle Giggle Time".
|Riding a pony with a BALLOON is a close second|
Since I haven't been running, I've been filling my spare time with a lot of this, except without the cat:
If a layer of protective blubber will help with rib pain, I'm on it. I'm already hitting the point where some of my maternity stuff isn't fitting anymore, which is making me feel like this:
I'm just figuring that most people are too polite to point out that a strip of my stomach is hanging out of the bottom of my shirts and I'm pretending that it fits. I refuse to buy anymore maternity shirts and my husband's shirts look ridiculous on me because the sleeves are so long. Also, he seems to not like lending me shirts. I can't understand it, it's not like I have stains all over my shirts. Oh wait...
If you're wondering about the title of this post, it's referencing this video of Faith with her favorite cracker of all time...Ritz. Sure, she thinks the "i" is really a "l", but that doesn't make spelling it aloud any less fun for her. My favorite part of this video is her evil little "Well..." at the end when she realizes I don't want her to dump the crackers.
What's your favorite cracker? I'm a Triscuit girl, but I can see the appeal of Ritz.