It might seem like Monday but I am viewing it as a great embarkment on the 1,285th week of my life! This is the only 1,285th week I’ve got so I’m planning on making it a good one.
Highlights will include meatloaf and muffins. Muffins because I have an awkward jar of applesauce I want to get rid of, meatloaf because, well, I don’t know. The muffins are yet to come, but the meatloaf was born yesterday and given an A+ by myself and Miriam, who came over for dinner.
Meatloaf isn’t any good without Meatloaf:
When I was little, my brother told me that Meatloaf got his name from a dare to lay under a moving car. “The car rolled over his head and his brains looked like meatloaf after,” Frank told me. Somehow, Meatloaf lived on to write amazing ballads with a mostly functioning brain.
This morning’s tempo run was cool and wet. Where did spring go? Anyways, I kept it fast and patriotic.
Obama, your house is supposed to be white not grey. Geeeeeeez.
I would do anything for love.
But I won’t do that.