Yup! I actually got off my lazy butt and went for a run. Not super long or anything - only 25 minutes, which, given my snail's pace, is approximately 2.5 miles. But it felt good and I actually did it and I want to do it again tomorrow. And I'd have made it all the way home if the massive amounts of Chinese food weren't sloshing around in my stomach. I've just got 10 days until the Race for the Cure 5K, so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things enough to beat my last (and only) 5K time - 31:00. Yup - even 10 minute miles. Such a pokey.

So, on my way home, I catch up to this guy near the Costco and he starts talking to me. Nice enough guy though, not creepy like some of the strangers who talk to me. He was telling me I ought to be careful running near the mall b/c people don't look for runners when they're driving. He then asked me if I was a student, and I told him I went to law school. He asked what kind of law I wanted to practice, so I told him I wanted to go into litigation, full on expecting him to make some remark about slimey lawyers. So he says, "I'm a trial lawyer. I love it, but it's not good for your personal life." Then he proceeds to tell me how he's never been married, one friend is on his fourth wife, one friend just got divorced from his fourth wife, and another was just thrown out of the house by his third wife. Well, that's just dandy, isn't it? Like I don't have enough worries about my relationships...

I'm telling you... this gift-basket/cafe business is sounding better and better.