Just went for a walk today with a few friends. Never quite realized how out of shape I was until I did. Usually I knit while I walk with them. But I decided to bring my crochet. I’ve come to the conclusion that walking and crocheting is a bit like walking and chewing gum, a tad on the more difficult side. We Went up the hill instead of taking the trail we usually do, So I am Bone TIRED! Yv found a Stick that looks like Gandalf’s Staff! How cool is that? and then we split off from Pat, Guerrin and Grant, because they were on some Lewis and Clark type shit.
Allen led us back to the path, but we passed a rehab center ( Who KNEW!?!?!), 2 Nun Cemetaries… Kinda creepy, but not as bad, because we went when it was super bright outside, and these really creepy cement boxes. They look like cement coffins…Super creepy… All the guys went without shirts, it was hilarious! They were like a walking billboard/advertisment for Jeans. We ran into another jogger while we were walking and she called the guys a walking naked parade. We (the Girls) Laughed So Hard…I had a hitch in my side.
Gabriella.
Bubblegum Universe 