Scootie and the Kiddo: I married Tom Hardy.

JK, but only kinda.

My husband and his coworkers ran the Tough Mudder last weekend. Tough Mudder is this insane obstacle course where you do things like carry a huge log across a field, jump into a giant hole of ice water, and slide down a tube into mud like you're being birthed. It's a really awesome set up, and the money goes directly into building more mud traps for you to go through next year and the rest goes to organizations such as Wounded Warrior Project. They set up all over the country, so no matter where you live, you can pay money to get covered in mud and pushed to your limits. It's great.

My husband and our friends, being as amazing as they are, decided, "Let's run it as Tom Hardy Characters!" Hell yes! He's the one on the left above dressed as none other than Forrest Bondurant, one of my personal favorite Hardy rolls. (I mean, come on, "I thought I walked." Forrest, you big goof, get in my pants.) Next to him is our daughter's Uncle J, dressed as Bane. He pulled that shit off like none other. Look at them crazy eyes! Someone get him some venom!

We also had Handsome Bob who is my favorite Hardy role. I squealed when dude said he would dress up as Handsome Bob because he is a tiny, pale gay man with a shaved head on a normal day and it is just perfect. Also, he's one of my favorite people and he doesn't get weirded out when I tell him I love him like most men do. (I like for people to know I love them, okay. It's a thing.) We were supposed to have a Bronson but asshole chickened out because, "I have a widow's peak, Scoot! If I shave it, it won't grow back!" Pansy.

It was a pretty rad day, all in all, and I'm mega proud of my dudes.

I would like to end this blog post with a rather loud statement: NEXT YEAR I WILL BE RUNNING TOUGH MUDDER. I WILL GET IN SHAPE FOR IT AND TRAIN BECAUSE I HAVE TINY BABY ARMS AND COULDN'T DO THE MONKEY BARS. I WILL BE BADASS.

Have some pictures of my dudes.