Monday, August 27, 2012

Slutting It Up As A Hufflepuff

I am not a smart woman.

93F.  Too hot to walk the dog.  I will go for a run instead.

Yup.

3.5 miles or so.  I'm guessing.

It sucked.  My lungs, you guys.  My poor lungs.  Who knows how long it will take me to get back where I was.  Ug. 

But, I ran.  So, there's that.



In more exciting news, I went to a Harry Potter murder mystery dinner on Saturday, and decided to slut it up, Hufflepuff style.



www.sexysunburns.com is available you guys.  Excuse me while I become a porn mogul.



I didn't figure out whodunnit, but I did befriend our waiter and discover I enjoy beer.



Good times.

I spent the rest of the weekend sitting around with my thumb up my ass.  Running once a week is a great way to get back in shape, right?  No?  Shit.

Two runs and I still haven't found my "holy shit I love this shit" shit.  Shit.

I should probably, like, go run in my favorite trails.  That would be smart.

I am not a smart woman.

11 comments:

  1. Shit those boots are awesome! Shit. I'm sorry running is super shitty for you right now. Shit-fuck. Shit.

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  2. OMG Harry Potter Murder Mystery Dinner???? I want to go to one!!

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  3. Yeah running in the heat of the day isn't the best way to rekindle your love of running. That's like trying to date, but only going to bars at last call. Not a recipe for success.

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  4. I always wanted to be a Hufflepuff =)

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  5. It's hot here too and let me tell you...it is NOT making me love running. I hate it right now. Absolutely. Hate. It. Don't worry about it. You're running mojo will l come back one day soon! :)

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  6. Yay for running but main that's hot weather! Murder Mystery Harry Potter dinner, sounds awesome! Love the outfit!

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  7. Now that is one sexy sexy tan! Well done on the run :)

    Scallywag

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  8. The title of this post cracks me up.

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  9. That sounds like a pretty awesome weekend. Love the boots!

    I'm not a fan of beer unless it's right after (or during) a really hot race. There's a very small window where I enjoy it; probably 3/4 of most of my beers goes to one of my teammates. They don't seem to mind.

    Running...maybe you're trying to hard to like it. I pretty much hated it for a year until it didn't feel like death. I liked it a lot better on trails, even when I hated it. Now I'm back to abject running misery, when I run, so I feel your pain. Or, more to the point, I feel your apathy.

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  10. A: You're freaking adorable.
    B: You knew that.
    C: That outfit reminds me I have a new plaid school girl skirt with tags on it I need to wear.
    D: I thought you were sitting on a toilet until I saw the other person's shoe.

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