I started using the My Fitness Pal app to track my food and exercise—figured it’d help me lasso n’ hog-tie the ‘betus—and this is what came up when I searched ‘Walk’. I MEAN I COULD PROLLY BUST OUT MY TRUMPET BUT I HAD TO TURN IN MY UNIFORM IN ‘93. #marchingpioneers #fuzzyhat #polyesterpants #swampass
#ConstantlyVaried #AmyComeBlowYourHorn (From my pregnancy blog.)
#throwbackmonday BECAUSE I DON’T LIVE BY YOUR “RULES”
This is how Tumblr trolls me.
The outpouring of love and support for me and my dudebabies has been so ridiculously moving, and has provided me a sense of relief that I can’t put into English right now. (Go see!: http://www.gofundme.com/scotts-twins)
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you for your gifts.
And a bunch of folks have been all, “Sure, here’s a gift, but MERCH! MERCH! MERCH!”
I promise to get on that next week. A couple readers have offered to help design, which YES, PLEASE, because you know my brain only deals with the wurds—it’s not so good with the pitchers.
Anywhoodle, lovelovelove. Go lift something heavy.
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