Saturday, February 26, 2011

When the jock's away...

I've been left up to my own devices this weekend while the hubs enjoys a reunion with his former high school teammates. Last night, they gathered at a local pub - with old coaches, classmates and friends - and watched grainy football films, circa 1972, that probably looked something like this:
He's having a blast reveling in his past on the gridiron and the hardwood. Me? I've got my own game plan that includes shopping for travel shoes, a WAY overdue pedicure and, if I can get it, a deep tissue massage.

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