The Bats In My Cave, Part IV

5. I ran my first 5K on the Saturday before I left for St. Louis. My time was 34 minutes and I was pretty proud of it. HOWEVER...there was a girl also running the race that I sort of know through my husband. We see her and her husband occasionally at parties and I know her to be a very competitive person because of a game night that got ugly a few weeks ago.

Anyway, right before I was about to cross the finish line, she ran up behind me, said "Hey" and then sprinted ahead to beat me by like two seconds. Seriously, chick? Of course, now I have no choice but to shut her down at our next match-up as she has now become my evil nemesis.

4. Hubby got sworn in as a board member of the Alabama Mortgage Bankers Association this week. I'm so proud...and to think when I first met him, his biggest accomplishment was inventing a drink called the "Parrothead Shooter." It was blue and smelled like suntan lotion. He's come a long way, baby.

3. I was sitting in my kitchen this morning, sipping my coffee and relishing in the fact that I was finally home and had a long weekend ahead of me with nothing to do and nothing to worry about.

Then the phone rang.

Remember the event I told you about that WE decided not to do? Well, the board decided to do it after all, only now I have TWO WEEKS to put it together instead of four. I'm happy to have the opportunity to earn the fee because I spent a little too much money in St. Louis this week, but it's going to take some prayers, good luck and good karma to pull this thing off in two weeks. I'm thinking I should increase my fee and maybe steal some paperclips to make it worth all the stress and drama that I know is coming my way in the next couple of weeks.

So if you don't hear from me for awhile, say a little prayer for me. There's a good chance I'm in my closet in the fetal position, sucking my thumb, and calling for my mommy.

2. My aunt Debbie and I took Miss Priss to the mall this week. We decided to go in through J.C. Penney and when we started to walk out into the mall, Miss Priss stopped in her tracks, sighed like a desert wanderer who just found an oasis and said, "The Mall!" It was like she'd just stepped into her own personal Xanadu. She comes by it honestly, I must say. Shopping is in the genes for the women in our family.

1. And speaking of the mall, this mall in St. Louis had every conceivable kiosk for personal grooming I've ever seen. They had an eyebrow waxing station and a teeth whitening station. Seriously. They had six dental chairs and a nurse sitting right there in the middle of the mall. I told my aunt that it would be luck that I'd be sitting there with the contraption in my mouth and an old boyfriend would walk by because that's just how my life works out sometimes.