Friday, January 20, 2012
And closing out the week...
Previously, the best text message I had received, was authored by Munchkin. Her crown has been passed. (without her written consent, of course) Recently, The Commissioner and I were texting back and forth about signing up for the Warrior Dash again. I actually saved the texts. This is a snippet of that convo:
Me: How many races are you signing up for?
Me: I figured more before your big crazy race (the Extreme Death Defying Electro-Iron-Man March or named something equally as stupid) Coach is confused we are wasting good money to do this again.
Commish: He's dumb. I'm gonna look like a marine before the end of the summer. Try not to fall in love.
Me: That is now the best text I have ever read.
Commish: I was thinking that when I typed it.
Happy Birthday Commish!
I hope this year brings you Marine-like skills, Michele Obama's arms and Jillian Michaels' stomach. If not... keep your funny. It suits you.