Showing posts with label shit my husband says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shit my husband says. Show all posts

What to wear... what to wear...

I know it's not a fashion parade. KKB reminded me of this tonight.

Last year I had picked my outfit for both my Ironman races months in advance. This year, I'm packing my suitcase and I still haven't decided.


Larry Emdur is not my husband

I slept through my alarm today.

I woke up at 6am to my husband asking me, "do you know what your race number is for Cairns?"

"Nope."

"I do. Have a guess."

Come on down Larry Emdur.