The Grit Room

As I type this, my feet are throbbing with blisters. Not from these amazing shoes, oh no. They are throbbing after working a ten hour day, then kid-napping Kyle's brother to workout at the YMCA (where I ran/jogged for 45 minutes, hells to the yeah!) and finished the night off with a 45 minute walk with Louie. Know what the best part is? I get to do it all over again tomorrow! I am exhausted, from all of this and from spending ten minutes looking for my lavender scented petroleum jelly. Seriously, it's God's gift to sore feet and I have no idea where it is. Louie probably ate it, he ate a can of alphabet soup once-can and all. He is part goat didn't you know? I guess I'll...