Is it wrong to envy your daughter’s hair?

‘Cuz I totally do.

In other non-related news {warning: tmi}, here’s a little recap of yesterday’s run . . .

All of my “serious” running gear was buried in the laundry hamper waiting to be washed, so I had to go with a pair of old sweatpants. The only problem with that is it doesn’t have the built-in “drawers” . . . ya know, knickers. Anyway, I went out for my run with a pair that apparently are about two sizes too big.

About five seconds after I started into my run, my knickers started creeping down. Perhaps creeping isn’t the correct term. More like sliding.

Fast.

I giggled and tried to focus on my pace. At about half a mile into the run, they were officially off my bum making their way further south inside my sweatpants. I told myself I would stop once I reached a mile and fix them.

I did.

Five seconds later, they were right back where they sagged down to before.

I figured I would just ignore it and finish up. It was both comical and highly annoying.

I shared this story with the crew last night and they fell out laughing. They were mimicking what they thought I looked like . . . running around trying to hold my knickers up. ::snort out loud::

Ahem.