Running already wasn’t my favorite thing to do in the world. I wouldn’t say it was in the top ten. Really, it wasn’t even in the top twenty. If I had to rank it, I’d put it after scrubbing my bathtub.
“I’m trying to rest… and your stomach won’t quit making noise.” I just looked at him. “It didn’t get my memo that it needed to be quiet. I’ll let it know,” I mumbled, dryly.