I still keep expecting to wake up and realize that yesterday was a dream, that I didn’t really complete an entire half-marathon. And then I move, and my legs remind me that it definitely happened, and that this is actually, totally, really my very real life. How weird is this? I am a bit stunned still. Which I guess makes sense… Read more »
(www.sass-pants.com) — I guess all the nostalgia of rereading my middle school and high school journals has thrown my skin into some kind of tailspin or mega regression, because I have the worst pimple of my life on my chin right now. My husband regarded it with a mix of horror and awe, observing, “Wow, it actually changes your whole… Read more »
(www.sass-pants.com) — What seems like a lifetime ago, I wrote a post called “Why I Could Never Be Friends With Bridget Jones.” My comments, in part: Bridget’s on the right track when she resolves to take better care of herself by cutting back on the ciggies and the booze, but the fact that she measures her happiness by whether [her… Read more »