Scatter my ashes here...

Scatter my ashes here...
scatter my ashes in the desert...

Monday, November 12, 2012

Fourteen Degrees

Hey mom! It's eight o'clock! Fourteen degrees! Time to go for a run!

The squirrels are out! Fox tracks to sniff! Goose poop to eat! Get my leash out of the closet NOW!

We're ready to go, mom. If you would start running, you'd warm up.

Pick up the pace mom, we're dragging you.

Thanks for the three mile run. Have fun going out for another ten, we'll stay here and keep the couch warm.