Y ou can't do that, I huffed as I ran to catch up with him. Then he sprinted again. Frustrated, I caught up to him. I told JD we didn't need a pace setter, we were just running. We weren't training for a marathon or part of a running club...it was just us, running on a dirt path in Orange County. And, no, Jillian Michaels was not going to jump out of a bush any time soon.
This led to an entire discussion about my competitive nature (JD asserted I wasn't able to follow his lead), to which I scoffed...and jogged a few paces ahead of him. After a few strides with me at his side, he turned to me and said, I bet you were the type of kid who toppled the Monopoly game if you didn't own Boardwalk...
Internet, I married a man WHO CAN SEE INTO MY PAST.
This leads me to another installment of Kisses and Disses... |