(babe i picked up at the race).

Today I was representing all the sweet hedwigs at the mini-marathon. I was like declan moffit eating my hamsangers up the front with the Somalians. When they fired the gun I tried to trip them up to give someone else a chance but they jumped like gazelles over my clumsy attempts at sabotage.

anyways I came in like number 31,987 so I was a bit dissapointed. I just felt I had to blog it because when I walked in the door after the run my da proceeded to tell me a joke that I just knew hedwig readers would truly appreciate
What's the difference between a group of women running and a group of pygmys (small people) . . .. . . .. . . . .
one is a cunning group of runts