Oh my dear precious readers. Are those new pants? Did you do something with your hair? Because you are looking FIERCE today, lemme tell ya. Oh, me? Why am I lying here on the couch with my legs propped up, so bored I could eat my own face? Well, let me tell you. I know you were promised NO MATH on the blog, but this is a simple addition problem, and it will explain my dilemma.
So for the love of the little baby Jeebus in the Snugli, WEAR SNEAKERS while working out. No bare feet, people. Not even with adorable stripey toe socks. SNEAKERS. And when you're told to stay off your feet, whatever you do, don't work out today, DON'T DO IT, keep your ankles elevated and iced, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEE???
Well, you listen to your daddy, that's what you do. Or at least that's what I'll FINALLY be doing tomorrow, mostly because I can no longer walk without looking like Frankenstein's monster.
Sigh. Oh, and Jillian (KILL-ian?) I eat your hate like love. I'll be back, bitch!!!