So this morning on my run I made a deal with my wife, she was at home sleeping. I established her argument, then I developed mine, found a common ground and went through with the plan. When she discovered my grand scheme upon waking up she was so impressed that she got mad at me. If that ain't love.
The dilemma was, she hates when I come in the house after a run and walk my sweaty feet on the floor, and she also hates when I wear shoes in the house... so... the deal was I would leave a towel at the front door wear flip flops from door to bathroom while drying on the way. It was full proof.
You know you're a runner when...
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