Of Clean Bathrooms and Silly Teenage Boys

I love teenage boys.

OK, OK, that's enough, now. I have a *totally innocent place* in my heart for them, in the same way I have a place in my heart for puppies. In fact, teenage boys remind me a lot of puppies. They way they suddenly leap into full-on rough house play with each other, than drop just as suddenly into full-on naps (or, with the boys, TV viewing with snacks). The way their feet are always too big for their skinny legs.

This afternoon, three 6' tall puppies are tearing back and forth through my house playing hide and seek armed with Nerf guns. Annie is making cookies for them. It's like they all took a class in how to be stereotypes. Although I'm pretty sure something will get broken soon, it still makes me very, very happy.

Also, they say the people with the cleanest bathrooms are those who are on deadline. My bathrooms are spotless (although Rob did that), and I finally took the plunge and set up a separate running blog on Wordpress ('cause it really does look cooler there) so as to stop boring my non-running friends and family to tears. It gave me a break from the huge amount of reading and writing I was assigned this weekend.

I won't have a lot to SAY here to my non-running friends and family because I've become pretty one-dimensional, but still. I'll try. I'm seriously considering embroidering some tea towels as soon as midterms are over and maybe even picking up knitting needles in late December, and promise to try really hard to write more about my kids. Or, somebody's kids, at least.