I'm still in "holy shit, am i wearing a wig?" phase, but that'll pass.
Big Al and I have turned into the saddest possible couple: he messed up his leg at the 5k run last weekend, I did something to my knee yesterday. We're both limping and stairs are a nightmare. Hopefully tomorrow the podiatrist will be able to fix me (also known as "do not put off picking up your orthopedic insoles for two months. Being flat footed is a semi-real condition, Nevena!")
I'm working on my next text focused post: it is entirely about Playboy and entirely unscandalous. What a feat! (Although it will probably be delayed by a mountain of photos of the mountain of pastries my gramma and I are making tomorrow).
