Also, I go a little nuts for the little kids singing in the background. You know how everyone has their own "porn?" Like some people go insane over shoes or built in bookshelves or the color yellow or porn. I lose it when little kids sing in non-little kid songs. Little kid voices are totally my porn. Maybe I'm a pedophile and I never even knew it. This post is going in the wrong direction.
Anyway, as I'm sure B will eagerly agree, I've had some dramatic, but thankfully short-lived moments of panic hit me recently. The wedding is in 11 weeks, we're actively house hunting, I'm passively job searching, we're worried about money, I'm training for a triathlon, and I'm buried at work. It's the kind of situation that could drive some people to black out and wake up in a pool of packing peanuts and their own urine in a parking lot eight miles from their house. I'm not saying I'm one of those people, I'm just saying.
Lately, this has been the song I listen to on my way to Back On My Feet in the mornings, as the sun just starts to peak over Boathouse Row and the eastern side of every sparkling high rise in Philadelphia glows orange. And again on my way home, with the windows down and my spirits high and my legs tired and my butt getting butt sweat all over the front seat of B's car.
Speaking of Back On My Feet, there's still time to donate to our big fundraiser, 20in24. I'll be running at midnight next Saturday, July 18 decked out in my finest glow in the dark ensemble. Every single dollar we raise goes to helping Philadelphia's homeless -- from running their first mile to their 500th mile, from joining a job placement program to maintaining a job, and from staying clean in the shelters to finding affordable housing.
And like I said before, chances are, if you're a regular Yellaphant reader, you're an asshole with a pretty messed up sense of humor, so donating even a single dollar is the perfect way to lure all of your friends into thinking maybe you're NOT that big of a jerk. And then you can push them down the steps. It's genius, really.
Also, I had planned to show you this
Also, this post has far too many things going on at once, and probably should have been broken down into three short posts, but like I said, FRANTIC. It's probably the early morning whiskey. Tweet