You know what happens when

I don't run for a few days?


Every thing turns to shit. No I mean it.

I haven't been for a run since Thursday.

Friday morning, I picked up my new glasses. I hate them. I am going back on Monday to see if I can get an exchange or something. I am also going to try contacts. Anything has to be better than those fugly ass glasses.

Friday afternoon, I had my hair cut (for the first time since Christmas 2006) I hate it. I look like a Poodle. Enough said.

Saturday morning, DS wakes up with the worst cold. He is coughing like he will hack up a lung at any minute, and is blowing snot bubbles out of his nose. Charming. So he hasn't left the couch.

Now the husband is sick, and I have a tickle in my throat.

Now. I know that this stuff would have happened if I had run or not. But it makes me feel better that somehow, as if by magic, if I had run, I would have loved my new glasses, my hair would look fab, and we wouldn't be sick.

Oh, yeah! I forgot the best part. Friday morning, some LDS (Mormons) turned up at the door.

I as calmly as I could (after being told that their way is the *only* way, and if I chose to worship in any other way but theirs, that I will go to hell) told them that they can shake the dust from their feet if they wish, and stand in judgement of me. BUT!! No-one mortal is qualified to stand in judgement of me, and to stand in judgement of your fellow man is a sin, and if I am going to hell, I will see them there.

I believe in God. I worship. Is that not good enough? Do I have to go to their church, and tithe a massive percentage of my income to them in order to find salvation, and be touched by Gods love?

I hardly think so.