Shell tells it differently. According to her, I woke up at 7am to let the dog out then somehow stripped naked and passed out (still naked) on the couch next to the back door. About an hour later she woke up and found me on the couch. Evidently it was chilly there by the door because I had wrapped the dog blanket around myself in what Shell referred to as a human breakfast burrito.
Like the good wife she is, Shell paused to take in the scene before kissing me softly on the forehead to wake me up. That's when she discovered that the burrito had some special sauce. That's also when she discovered that our dog, Teddy, has an unnatural love of special sauce. I'm a little fuzzy on this part, but Shell said that somehow, from out in the yard, Teddy caught a whiff and came running. He shot across the patio, into the house and onto the couch and started burrowing.
Shell said she would have stopped him, but she couldn't really do anything through the laughter.
So according to Shell, how I really woke up this morning was naked, shivering, wrapped up in blanket like a rudy's taco with the dog digging in my butt and smelling like moldy cheese...and I don't even like cheese. I think she's making it up, but who knows.
Anyway, once I woke up, I went out for a light 5+ mile run. 25 minutes out and back whatever that works out to be. I took the taco lover with me on the run. I'm beginning to wonder about him. No matter how far we run, he always stops at the same two places to poop. I don't know if he's holding out for those spots, or if it's an allergic reaction to the grass or what, but every time like clockwork, BAAAAAM.
The run felt great. My hamstrings were still feeling good afterwards. I stretched throughout the day and tonight I had a great dinner of tilapia and rice a la Shell. You know we usually have beans with tilapia. I'm wondering if she's thinking ahead to tomorrow morning.
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