*

Here’s a funny story. Just strollin’ along, heralding in the first sunny, semi-warm Sunday afternoon of 2010. Roommate Brynne and I decide to take the trail to the gray bridge that crosses the freeway, which actually turns out to lead to the farther-away green bridge across the freeway, which actually prevents you from getting off the path for 60 mins +.

With the setting sun and the decreasing temperatures, we ended up at a dog park. The first stranger we saw informed us that the only way out was to turn back around or tromp through mud and snow for another 30 mins.

At this point, I was fed up. We were climbing right past that “DO NOT LEAVE PATH” sign, that fence, and that other fence, and the freeway entrance and gettin on home.

My only regret is that I ripped my new Nordstrom tights.

Article of the day: Frumpy mom. Song of the day: Skeeter Davis. Gonna Get Along Without You Now.