Smug Marrieds: The Kids Come First
/As mentioned, I was in Cincinnati visiting BFF Trisha while our girl Lucy had her left front leg amputated. Blair called regularly with updates but Lucy is my cat (she's stubborn and loud and doesn't easily show affection versus Blair's cat Olivia who is quiet and unassuming but a huge lover girl) and I was anxious to get home to her.
I walked in the door, dropped my bags and walked into my office where Blair had Lucy sequestered. Blair was there combing her.
"My baby!" I said, reaching for her. I scratched behind her ears. "Mommy's here. It's okay. Mommy's here," I soothed. I rubbed her neck and belly and listened to her purr. "That's my sweet Lucy cat..."
From Thumper To Stumper: Lucy's Leg Amputation
/Who's The Real Runner?
/There's a disturbance of the FORCE within the Harris household. While it's taken for granted that I am the "runner" in the family, anyone paying attention these days would have to question whether my spot as "all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips" is being usurped by one laid-back CPA-type named Blair Harris.
Blair started running last year as a way to maintain his weight loss and stay healthy. He doesn't get the same joy out of running I do--which makes me sad--but he sticks with it. He's been running 3 days a week consistently for months and has recently increased his mileage and (though he refuses to admit to it) his speed.
What's embarrassing to face is that while I'm a faster runner than Blair, he's actually a better runner than me.