Digging through my drafts...
I found this gem from 2011 in my drafts folder. Good times. I literally stopped with the word I. I, what? Died, passed out from exhaustion, fell down the stairs at the gym. What? The suspense is killin' me. I guess we can assume I didn't die. We may never know... It seems the hours from the weekend drag on. The rest of the weekend included getting my shoe thrown up on by a dog that ate compost. You can imagine how that smelled. And I got bit in the meaty part of my thumb by the fox terrier who also must have gotten into something toxic. All the dogs in Texas decided to eat poisonous things at the same time. I almost died at the gym Monday night. After being up for about 40 hours straight over the weekend and having a long Monday I
