I prefer “fib” or “interpretive truth.”
I know that I promised a Tough Mudder recap post today, but I haven’t had a chance to interview Justin about all of the different obstacles (and even if I had interviewed him, I was way too tired to write anything last night – it was a long weekend for me and I didn’t even participate! I’m not sure how Justin is even still standing).
For now, I can report that Justin survived Tough Mudder Vermont. He did great, but he’s got a pretty solid sunburn and some scrapes and bruises to show for it. Full recap tomorrow, I promise!
I wish I could say that Brody’s performane this weekend was as stellar as Justin’s, but alas, I cannot. My fears about B throwing a bash while we were gone were confirmed by an email from my mom on Saturday morning:
Subject: I told B I wouldn’t tell, but…
I think he may have had friends over last night and had a card game. It looks as though someone wasn’t happy with the outcome. Walnuts may have been served. I don’t mind watching him but you may have to speak to him about the parties and cleaning up afterwards. I mean really, he made no attempt at all.
Walnuts, Brody? Really? You don’t even like walnuts.
These had better just be the rebelious teenage years, or maybe he was just acting out because he wasn’t allowed to go to Vermont. Either way, you would think that he would have learned his lesson after his time in the slammer, as he recounted (rather dramatically, if you ask me) here.
Hope you have a great Monday!
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