Change

The title sounds ominous doesn't it? Change. Well...don't fret. This is a small change. My loving husband and I decided to go for a jog this morning. It was...ummmm...interesting. We jogged and walked a little over a mile.

That's one change. The other change is much more dramatic. Jim has gone from scrunched, folded over, old man white knee high socks, to nice and neat ankle socks. Obviously for work he needs to wear the old man socks. But with shorts and sneakers, he has committed to ankle socks.