Adventures in MICA-land
Saturday night, sadly under-seasoned, Hamilton Tavern
La cerveza del año bisiesto
Hepburn Path, one of the many hidden paths and stairways throughout Keswick/Roland Park. Facing these stairs at the end of a 3-mile run is proof of my dedication to the shortest path back to my awaiting donut fitness.
Dear guy in front of me at the Giant buying a large bottle of Pine-Sol and a mop head replacement at 8:30 on a Friday night,
Dude. What the hell happened? Nevermind. Don’t answer that. I’ll just wait and find out on the news.
Good luck.
My new shoes are called “Erma,” so they are ipso facto awesome.
And lo, they came upon the great Valley of Hunt
My current favorite thing that FT makes: Buffalo Chicken Burgers. Served with, of course, homemade blue cheese sauce. Shit. Is. SLAMMIN:’.
Post-run beer. Well earned. Much enjoyed.
I ran for 20 minutes straight tonight (not like I was being chased, but still!!), and a couple of fingers of some extremely fine bourbon seems like an excellent reward.
Pre-gaming, Philly style.
I have completely lost track of what time of day it is. Vacation, FTW.
Conversations that happen when trying to share a treasured Christmas tradition (i.e., Christmas Eve on Sesame Street) with a(n almost) 4 year-old:
Teej: Um, Mommy?
FT: Yes?
Teej: Where are Ernie’s eyebrows?
That was entirely necessary.
