It’s Just Me

My husband “doesn’t allow” running in the house. If you even quick walk you might get told to quit running. Sometimes when he isn’t home we run through the house with the music on just to get the running out before he comes home. The kids love it and laugh their heads off, I love it because of the laughter. But I think the dogs love it most because we’re running with them and they get to chase us instead of each other. Somebody got a little over excited this time though and someone got hurt. Someone got a little nippy and I’ve got the mark to prove it.

All parties have been sworn to secrecy. We’d rather bleed than admit to Dad that running in the house is not safe. What’s a little blood, right?