Dear Mr. Loerke, this weekend I watched you repel 50ft from on top of Gray's Arch at The Gorge. Your adventurous spirit is something I've come to embrace over the years, something much easier I'm sure than adjusting to a basket of tampons in our bathroom. Dear Hipsters on Bardstown Road, if you saw me running a couple of days ago and thought I was dying, I was. Next time help a sister out and loan me your fixie. Dear Miguel's, my pepperoni and banana pepper pizza was the perfect meal after 8 miles of hiking in the back country. Thanks for being more satisfying than a warm shower and sleeping in my own bed. Dear Timothy James, speaking of bathrooms, I can count on one hand the number of times I've cleaned ours in almost 8 years of marriage. Your love for scrubbing bubbles and toilet wands blesses me more than you'll ever know.
Happy Monday, brave ones! Who makes your favorite pizza? Add Miguel's to the top of my list!