You didn't think I was done talking about how much of a badass I am, did you? Oh hell no. Now with 300% MORE PROOF!
You see that face? That is the face of a badass bitch running on a sprained ankle. You see that other face? Oh God. I married that, didn't I?
I'm bummed they didn't get an awesome shot of Sarge jumping. In every pic they took, he is always watching me. Do you blame him?
I was small enough to duck under the barbed wire instead of having to crawl on my hands and knees, which is why I am not covered in mud.
What's this you say? This here doesn't look like Warrior Dash business! THIS... is what Sarge and I will be doing this weekend. And next weekend. And probably the weekend after that. We're considering super cheesy "his and hers" names for them.
And lastly. It is with much consideration and significant housekeeping that I have decided to come out of the anonymous blogging closet and open up my fancy writin' blog. I write fancy stuff here. I sound different. You might not recognize me. You might be bored. Click here to find out.