Wednesday, September 29, 2010

9/29/10

I hear the screech of my youngest reverberating through the rafter's of gold's gym. I poke my head around the corner "You need me?" I ask the daycare staff, and when the answer is "Nope" I scurry away, unseen by the screecher, to the delightful respite of my treadmill.

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