The naked lady at the Y turns out to be a fairly normal person. I heard her speak for the first time and she carried on a normal conversation about spring and gardening with a fellow Y member. I assumed her nude make-up and hair routine meant that she was possibly a sociopath. Her conversation skills lead me to believe otherwise and now I feel bad for assuming she was nuts.
According to the movie Parenthood I am officially a parent. My daughter insisted on wearing a gift bag over her head Monday when we took big brother to school. She ran into the drinking fountain in the hallway and a door. She also informed 90% of the adults she encountered with an edgy, "I'm not talking to you!" before they even looked in her direction.
Five year-olds are not too old to have flat-out Tasmanian Devil-style temper tantrums. I shall be consuming a giant Costco chicken enchilada to replace the calories burned during temper tantrum restraint.
The weather today is magnificent and 60+ degrees. Yesterday I slipped on an icy sidewalk during my morning run with Peggy. Minnesota weather makes you crazy.