I've got the Giggles over Mr. Sexy Runner
At least three times a week, I work out at Jazzercise. My route there takes me along the west side of the small lake in my neighborhood. Eventually, the road connects with a main street, then another. I reach my destination in fifteen-ish minutes.
So what does this have to do with "giggles" and "Mr. Sexy Runner, Vicki?"
Most days, I pass Mr. Sexy Runner. LOL
One particular morning, a dark, heavy fog reached the pavement, blanketing everything. Ghostly, tree trunks stretched skywards, their limbs resembling thin fingers eventually disappeared in the mist.
