...of Lights, that is! Last night was the ## Annual Trail of Lights 5K run, but the 1st Annual Trail of Lights 5K run for the Bubble family (minus Bubble Girl...I was off devouring large quantities of Indian food and trading cookies like a good little suburban housewife).
Looking at everyone's pictures and hearing the stories it sounds like I missed a good time, but when I heard about the lines of traffic and strollers rolling over feet and people here and there and everywhere, it was just fine to hear about it second hand. I think we've documented my disdain for people already. Crowds and I don't mix well as they tend to bring me to brink of an apoplectic seizure. I know...get over it. I'm working on it.
Big E basking in the ethereal glow of her Nintendo DS. She wouldn't let something like a 5K run distract her from the dozens of hours a day she spends playing on her latest acquisition.
I think every girlfriend I had who had a little brother had at least one photo with the little brother sticking his head up in the middle of the picture. This will probably be the first of many.
Ladies' Man.
4 comments:
Oh that last photo is sooo sweet!
If you had been a "good little suburban housewife," you would have been with your family at the Trail of Lights instead of drinking and gambling with an adult-only bunch of rebels. For which I am eternally grateful, may I add!
You make it all sound so dark and sordid, anonymous.
Yes; I like to take activities that are innocent fun and embellish it to sound like frat party shenanigans. But, dude, you must admit that it was STILL way edgier than the Trail O' Lights!
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