Peas. Coffee. Popsicles. Pajamas. What the heck time is it anyway?
Why it’s time for breakfast, of course.
What? You don’t eat peas and watermelon for breakfast? Well then you haven’t lived!
Actually, it’s time to tell you that this popsicle mold has paid for itself.
This is especially true because our neighbor gave it to us and I didn’t pay a dime for it.
And this is especially good because the handles break off pretty easily.
And if I’d have paid for it, that would be especially annoying.
Yesterday’s party started with a treasure hunt, or more accurately, we went letterboxing!
We traveled around their neighborhood following clues to find our “treasure”, which contains a stamp and a stamp pad. You use the stamp in the box to stamp your letterboxing journal, and then you stamp your own personal stamp on the pad found in the box to show that you’ve been there, for others who find the box to see.
We were instructed to start at Clue 2. Our first stop was a community garden.
Stop #2, a tree stump in another community garden!
This morning’s run had a purpose: Go pick up the car.
The car was in the shop yesterday and was ready last night, but we didn’t get a chance to pick it up so I decided I’d just run down and get it this morning since it’s only 2+ miles away.
I disregarded the No iPod Left Behind Act and did a warm up loop though my neighborhood and then ran what I would call my 5K pace to the shop.
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