Linda's No Tough Mudder

It's not even 9 p.m. yet and Linda is starting to get sleepy.  Somehow, I don't think she is going to make the midnight soccer game tonight.  She is such a light weight.  It's always been really important to her to go to both Tier and Taylor's sports games, so she feels selfish for staying home tucked under her big down fluffy quilt.  Next week, she'll go for sure.  The team only gets one 11:30 game per season, so it HAS to be earlier next week.

Linda is going to watch Taylor run the Tough Mudder race in October.  It's a race for crazy people.  Linda is going to spend the night with Taylor and Sarah at a nice bed and breakfast inn to celebrate her birthday after the race.  She's already checked with Jerry, he can watch me overnight.   I hope Paul can take Chimmie for the night or he'll have to go to the doggie-jail.   Either that or maybe Linda can get one of the young adults from church to stay at our house and take care of Chimmie while she watches Taylor jump through fire, crawl in the mud under barbed-wire and run over live electrical wires.