Happy first anniversary to us!
We chose to spend our anniversary in Burlington, Vermont, which I keep calling Cumberland for some reason. What’s the difference?
We took train 69 (tee hee) out of New York and got off (tee hee) at Port Kent, New York. From there we took a ferry across Lake Champlain to “Cumberland.”
Mid-lake, I decided we needed refreshments. I intended to get a couple Diet Cokes, but when I saw they were serving up low quality beer, I opted for the Labatt’s.
“Labatt’s” – That’s Canadian for champagne.
We drank our beer and my wife produced two fortune cookies from her purse. Yes, on your first anniversary you are supposed to open fortune cookies on a boat. With beer.
I opened my cookie and saw my “Learn Chinese” word. It was “BEER!”
That has to be a good fortune without even reading the fortune, right? What are the chances of getting “beer” while you’re drinking beer?? And on a BOAT!
Lest you think I made up this whole story, here are pictures to prove it.
I’m not one for snot rockets. For one thing, it grosses me the heck out. But I think I worry about snot rocket malfunctions more than anything. I fear blowing snot out of my nose with insufficient force and having it land in my beard or my thigh or the top of my shoe. I fear inhaling the snot into my mouth as I’m huffing and puffing.
So, I run with a pocket full of paper towels. Tissues don’t cut it. They just get sweaty and turn to mush. I use paper towels, basically one for each mile. I have persistent sinus problems in spite of taking allergy medicine every day. For a guy with such a condition, mastering the technique of the snot rocket would save a lot of hassle. But I opt for the paper towels instead. Snot rockets just aren’t my style.
MY LOYAL READERS…
It is my privilege to introduce to you my long time friend, associate and accomplice, Dr. Ian Nutcakes.
Dr. Nutcakes is a distinguised member of the American Psychiatric Society and a high level staff member of the Neggooozian Institute for Mental Research. In addition, Dr. Ian is founder of Concerned Physicians For Censored, Repressed And Otherwise Frustrated Artists, commonly known as CPFCRAOFA, an acronym which no one can pronounce but looks serious.
For this week’s Throwback Thursday, let’s go way back. 11 years back.
(Herein lies proof that I was a nutcase at least as far back as 11 years ago.)
Here’s an alternate version without the pause when our subject shows us her booty.
Today’s Goal: 4 miles
Actual Distance: 4.1 miles
Weather: Sunny; not humid; 72 degrees
Time of Day: 12:15 PM
Notes: Mid-weeks runs are done. Feel strong, but my thighs are sore. Looking forward to doing 10 miles on my long run this weekend!
Tomorrow’s Goal: REST DAY