Zippo

I really don't have much to say for myself today. I was going to go for workout day #2, but it turned out that just wasn't in the cards. Baby was awfully crabby, hubby was tired, blah, blah, blah. It's all good...my entire right leg from my hip to my ankle is one giant hurt. Are we sure that exercising is good for us? I know, I know, it's just that my right leg is really protesting. How sad that one day of treadmill and elliptical machines completely did me in. Hmmmm. No worries, I still have dreams of wearing a belt again one day.

I painted my fingernails today, a lovely shade of pink. I had to try several other colors first, and decided they all made me look like my fingers were bleeding or I fell into a vat of glitter. By the by...the glittery paint is quite difficult to remove; I think I used about 50 cotton balls and an entire bottle of remover. The smell from the remover gave me a nice high though; I imagined I was at a remote spa, having a luxurious massage while being fed strawberries with cream, all done by Gerard Butler, in his "300" costume of course. I highly recommend this experience; I may have to remove my polish and start over again tomorrow. Who says my life isn't adventurous?

Still me......Lady R