Sunday morning I woke up at 4:30 a.m., got dressed in all my running gear (jet-pack? CHECK!), and stuffed my event-approved bag with snacks and a Smurf-blue Snuggie. A what? A Snuggie. You took a Snuggie to the ING New York City Marathon? I took a Snuggie, a six-pack of Bud Lite and a McDonald’s [...]
My mother called Tyrant to give him the good news when I crossed the finish line of the marathon. To celebrate he got a bunch of assorted balloons that have not lost their helium in three days, lucky for Chuck.
This morning after we all woke up and were about to head downstairs, Marlo approached the top of the staircase and said, “I’m gonna do this by myself.” Then she held out her hand to me and continued, “Here, help me do it.”