While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
A friend tells me she's purchased temporary tattoos and will be procuring these t-shirts for spectating my Prairie Fire (Half) Marathon adventure. I'd rather no one come watch but - if they "must" - jussayin . . .