My husband’s triathlon was rained out. I think it was God mad that they did so much exercise over the past 3 months. I’ve noticed that it doesn’t rain when I sit my butt on the couch and eat cheetos while drinking beer. God obviously likes that kind of stuff.
But the story from the triathlon was so much more than just rain. SO much more. Come read my latest Momaha post about how puking, pizza & precipitation all played a role in a weekend we’ll never forget.
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