Word of advice to all you untrained race goers, when your husband stops at a gas station on your way to the race and tells you that he wants you to go in and buy food, he is not meaning drinks, chips, and a few other light snacks. Oh NO he is really meaning food... hot dogs, nachos, sandwiches and what ever else you can think of that a gas station might have. Forget the fact that you suggested going to walmart for FOOD he is serious when he stops at a gas station and wants FOOD! (Yes Amy I did get in trouble again for not getting the food, even though I was told 1/2 hr before we were leaving that we were even going. yep you have to love them.)Jericho Race mass novice start
3 comments:
Haha! That's so Jacob . . .
Come on Nicole! You're supposed to be able to whip up at least a two or three course meal on demand!
Us women...we never learn. It is always our fault isn't it. (that is what you let them think anyway)The man upstairs really knows who is at fault and that is all that matters. Smile and nod, just smile and nod.
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