Smug Marrieds: Date Night

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Blair has been working late all week and spent most of Saturday cooped up in his office, so I suggested we go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show at The Carolina Theatre for a little escape. He agreed and date night was set. 

It's been awhile since we've gone on a date. We both are pretty much homebodies, happy to curl up on the couch and watch a movie. And apparently "dating" isn't like riding a bike. You do forget--or perhaps ignore--some of the niceties that made you want to date the person in the first place. 

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Savannah Marathon: The (Meltdown?) Countdown Begins

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It's a funny thing, training for a marathon. During the long summer months of intervals, tempo runs, and long runs, you kind of lose sight that at some point it's all going to culminate into you having to stand at a start line and face down 26.2 miles. You know in the back of your mind that, "Yeah, I'm doing this training run so someday I can run really fast and be in a lot of pain for a long time while I do it," but the reality of what you're attempting doesn't really sink in until about a week before your race.

It is a week before my race. 

Next Saturday I'll join 22,999 other runners at the start line for the Savannah Rock'N'Roll Marathon/Half-Marathon. As usual, I'm equal parts excited and freaked out. 

 

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Smug Marrieds: What (Not) To Wear

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So Blair gets out of the shower this morning, walks into the bedroom and stands in front of his closet. "What to wear, what to wear..." he mutters. 

He stands there a few minutes and I watch him, waiting to see if he pulls out the striped shirt, the dark blue shirt, etc. Finally, after staring into the closet, he makes his decision. 

"I think pants," he says, and reaches in and pulls out a pair. 

I burst out laughing. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Because you've got the legs for skirts." 

"Mm, true," he says. "But I don't like to just put it out there." 

It's almost impossible to have a bad day when you start off laughing.

Cheers,

Dena