I got home from a late night of conferences, and found the Mister and Means lounging on the couch watching "Finding Bigfoot" (or something equally ridiculous). I went to change into my sweatpants, and pour a glass of red. I noticed the boys were both intent on their phones - and I inquired.
"What are you fools doing??"
"Ummmm.... wait a sec."
"Registering. We are registering for Twin Cities - duh!"
"Twin Cities what?"
in unison "MARATHON, BABY!!!"
Oi vey. Here we go again. I better dust off my signs, and book a hotel room.
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