As an epilogue to my post yesterday, I found myself running this morning in the dark to the sound of what must have been 3 or 4 coyotes baying at goodness knows what. The new moon? The fact that a sweaty, fatty runner was mere feet away from their hungry chops? I kid you not. All I could think was, "Oh my gosh, I am going to get eaten by this pack of coyotes and everyone will say, 'Did you hear about that crazy running lady who wrote a blog post about running early in the morning and then got eaten by wild dogs? Yeah, she totally had it coming.' "
On a completely unrelated note, has anyone ever heard of coyotes attacking people? I'm just wondering. Seriously.
And now, the promised unrelated note of Frances with her blue M&M moustache.
Don't ask. I have no clue how she was able to paint her upper lip with the blue dye on the outside of an M&M. My girl has talent when it comes to her dessert.