They say nobody loves you like your emum, but we’d say no one loves you as uniquely as your brothers. Our bros (who adamantly demand to be unnamed on elaney) sent us our valentine in the mail today. A bunch of random free spiff they found around their office and a card that plays music in Spanish. Signed “Roberto.” Nothing says sibling love like total randomness.
Most of you know that we’re pretty addicted to long distance running. However, in the past few months, we’ve started to realize that we may be approaching the beginning of the end of the marathoning. Yesterday, after running the Birmingham Half Marathon in 20 degree temperature, and being basically nonfunctional for about 7 hours (Reader Betsy described it best, “You’re like an 8 year old the morning after a sleepover, wailing crying saying, “I’m NOT tired!!!!), we realized that perhaps it’s time to start to slow down (pun intended) on the pastime we love the most. Is it over? No (emum, please don’t send us this blog post when we sign up for our one last quest for Boston). But is it the beginning of the end for the marathoning? Probably. Sigh. Dear pavement (around mile 18), You’ve been good to us. We’ll miss you. What have you had to give up due to age or circumstance that you’ve loved the most?!
"Umm Laney. Are you okay?" -pretty much everyone that saw me yesterday.
After Brad and Jen got divorced and Brad and Angie posed in a 70 page photo shoot in W magazine, Jen famously said, “Brad seems to have a sensitivity chip missing.” (BTW, Team Aniston forever). Well, we must confess. Nicholas Sparks movies make us feel like we have the same problem. Look, we know you ladies love some The Notebook, but our viewing experience consisted of us sitting there stone faced in a theater full of weeping women. I’ve teared up more during allergy season. Oh and don’t get us started on A Walk to Remember. We’d pretty much rather paint our bedroom bubblegum pink than endure the cloying sweetness of Mandy Moore’s character for another 2 hours. And then we had the unfortunate experience of seeing Dear John on a plane. We thought Delta might as well just bring back their trays of chicken parmesan and wither-y spinach if the goal was to make us completely nauseous. So, no. ”I do” not want to say “I do” to The Vow. What about you? Do you looooove some Nicholas Sparks or are you more excited that Reader JLAL is taking The Vow for real??
