Owowow.  Oy, but my calf muscles are sore!  I had no trouble keeping up with everyone while playing frisbee on Sunday, but apparently running three miles at a steady pace on a paved surface is not the same thing as three hours of nonstop back-and-forth sprinting on grass.  Nobody's noticed, but I feel like I've been majorly gimpin' around.  I can barely manage stairs.

But oh, man, it was WORTH it!   Can't wait 'til I go again!

Speaking of stairs, Tumnus the Wise was funny this morning.  We were on our way outside and he stopped at the head of the stairs and lifted up his left front leg.  I always pick him up from the left (not sure why) and he always hooks his little leg over my arm.  So now if he knows I'm going to pick him up, he'll lift his left front leg and give a little hop.  Or, apparently if he's feeling lazy, he'll just stop and lift the leg and wait for me to scoop him up.  It was pretty darn cute.  I'm just glad I don't have a St. Bernard.

Jeanie, Numminy-bear was very excited that you liked his advice.  He said that when he thinks of more pearls of wisdom, he will share.