This doesn't have anything to do with being chubby, a mommy, or running.
This is just me being weird, scoring some great tickets to U2 in Vegas, putting my mannequin on an airplane, and making my best friend come along for the ride. I wrote a story about the Francine goes to Vegas adventure a while ago, but there's just something about video...
I thought you'd want to watch.
Also, if you strolled over here from The Bloggess's blog, this one's for you people. I figure you're used to weird stuff, and you're funny. And really, a handless mannequin from the 1960's isn't nearly as weird as a line of Christmas cards based on a taxiderm-ied boar's head. Right?
Thanks for visiting Chubby Mommy Running Club, where you never know what I might come up with next, which is why you should keep coming back.