I call it…

When I checked stats today (I was bored!) and saw this:

forced to smell my sweaty stinky socks

I simply couldn’t resist picking on the sleeping boy and his giant stinky feet. With the Girl’s help, naturally.

I call it.. Death, by Stanky Boy Feet.
(Just IMAGINE the hell that is his SOCKS!)

The boy wasn’t the only one I caught napping – there were strange sounds coming from the fort in the girls’ room. Upon investigating, I found a very tired, curled up, snoring little pup. awwww. She’s so cute! When she’s sleeping, anyway. Heh.

They were all so tired because we were up and about at 7:30 this morning (yes! me!) to help Nana Moosie at the 19th Annual Run for Women the shelter she works for holds. As volunteer Coordinator, Nana knows she can “volun-tell” us to be wherever she needs us to be and we’ll arrive like the good kids we is. I was a flagger, and the pup wanted a job too, so I told her to cheer!

She was a pretty good cheerleader too, and was told many times that she was “awesome!” and even that she was the one reason a lady made it back past our checkpoint on the return, so that the pup could cheer her on. Lots of smiles, and the run seemed to be a pretty good success.

The Girl and Boy helped Papa Moosie running the sweep truck, and then picking up the cones and signs after the race, behind the last runner.

Naturally it was rainy and cold – good for the runners, not so much for the workers – and also, naturally, the sun arrived AFTER the race. Heh.

So how was YOUR day?