It's rainy and cold out but it's been a great day so far nonetheless...
Ryan and I got up and went out for breakfast, while Sundance waited ever so patiently in the car. We took a seat by a window so we could watch out for him, but the entire time we ate, he sat watching us. To reward him for his vigilance, I brought him a to-go container of scrambled eggs (he's so spoiled, that boy of mine).
After breakfast, we headed to the park for some puddle-stompin'. My boy ran around like a dervish, off-leash and happy to have the whole park to himself. My girl ran after him, chasing him, slipping in the mud, and laughing. I limped behind, amazed at their energy... wishing I could bottle it and drink deeply on days when I just don't have it in me. We stayed until the heavens opened and we got absolutely drenched. And let me just say, Sundance really stinks when he's wet. My car now smells like I've been transporting a herd of sheep... for miles and miles... and miles.
Early this afternoon, we went to the movies to see Race to Witch Mountain. It was good... edge-of-your-seat suspenseful (albeit a kid kind of suspenseful). And I have to say, whether he can act or not, Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson is one spectacular-looking man. As Ryan says, "He's very 'smiley' and his 'man boobs' are fab, not flab." I nearly fell over when I heard it come out of her mouth... I just looked at her... then I laughed big. She is right, after all.
Thanks to everyone for the advice you gave on my Mussolini Heel. I've decided that I will indeed visit a podiatrist soon. Oh, and no worries about not wearing sexy shoes anymore. That made me laugh out loud. I've always hoped someone would find Nikes sexy. Sigh. Not going barefoot will be an issue, though. I don't wear shoes if I don't have to. Who does? I'll adjust if I must, though... as we do... all of us... right? Anyway, I tried the tennis ball trick last night, which I'd read about, and it actually helped. It hurt a lot while I was doing it but it seemed to loosen my heel quite a bit. The biggest problem I had was when Sundance kept stealing the ball out from under me. In any case, my limping was not as profound today, so that was good.
I researched our summer vacation earlier. I was hoping to get us out to the Grand Canyon but given the way the economy's looking (and the fact that my ex lost his job 2 weeks ago... gulp), I'm thinking we need to stay a little closer to home. Instead, we're going to camp for a week+ on Assateague Island (the Maryland side). For those of you who don't know about Assateague or Chincoteague, look up the book, Misty of Chincoteague. The wild ponies are said to wander about the national park campground and Ryan was even willing to put up with cold-water showers and chemical toilet facilities for the chance to camp around the horses. We'll be right over the dunes from the ocean... can't beat it! Hopefully the Grand Canyon will be next summer's trip.
I guess that's all the excitement I'll lay on you for now... I don't want any of you to suffer heart palpitations or anything. Besides, I need a nap.
Hope your Sunday's been great!