I was trying to organize our digital pictures so that when I hit the delete button by accident I have a clue as to what has vanished and came across a series I took of Cody and Brenton. Brenton was upgrading Cody to a 'real' razor versus the electric one he had been using. I had to leave I got to giggling so hard as they worked out the details of how not to harm oneself and still actually shave. It is hard to fathom that Cody not only shaves, but drives and is plotting out his college career while changing his career choice every few days. It is getting quite cold here in the North but I managed to run when it was 15 or so degrees the other morning and then amuse the kids by shaking slivers of ice out of my jacket upon returning home. Yesterday I snuck out for eight miles and had an almost tragedy, about three and half miles from home I felt a prick on the bottom of my foot and immediately stopped. I was anticipating a gargantuan devilhead but there was a two inch rusty nail sticking out of the bottom of my left shoe! I sat down and tried to get it out (it was a bit cold to have my gloves and shoes off not to mention to be sitting still) but had no luck. What a blessing when a neighbor drove by and stopped, stuck his head out the truck window and hollered what's wrong. I told him and he thought for a minute then asked if I wanted pliers. I was quite grateful as I was about to resort to my teeth and that was too grouse to truly consider. Anyway I love small town running and farmers who hunt on Sundays! God Bless!
