It has been a long time since I've ranted! To be honest, I could probably throw down a rant weekly. But I worry way too much about offending others. So I bite my tongue. My rant is not an angry rant. I rant with love. But if you would've asked me "how I feel" come 9:30 pm last night? You may have received a different answer. As I always do prior to any rant...here is my disclaimer: **I love my husband. I don't think this even needs to be explained. You all know I'm head over heels for this guy! But sometimes, husbands do things to make us a little crazy. As do I create the same feelings to him.** Where do I begin? It was a few weeks ago, my husband came home from work a little later than normal. I asked about his day, and his initial response was an inquiry about how I feel about backpacking. Hm. "Well, Ryan, I think backpacking seems pretty cool! Why do you ask?" He had stopped at REI to get sized for a backpack on his way home f...
Ruminations of a runner and recipe-maker, who serves up ranty cynicisms from time to time.