Last night I had a plate of bacon for dinner.

Yesterday that Dan Jansen commerical made me cry. Twice. Andrew was weirded out, per usual

Today I demonstrated my preternatural ability to do the dumb things by nearly spilling coffee on the president of the organization

Yesterday I was so awesome at the gym that I got kicked off my machine for exceeding a cardio time limit. I was simultaneously proud, angry and sweaty

Last weekend I figured out why Netflix hadn't sent us our new DVDs and learned a valuable lesson about sorting junk mail.

Today I learned that BandAids offer different variations on flesh tone. One more thing to include in my opus on race in America.

Yesterday, after remembering I missed my chance last year, I made a special note to get a Shamrock Shake this March.

And then, when I convinced him to put pants on, he put on a pair of big, red Mario pants.

Last night I dreamt Andrew refused to wear pants in the recieving line at the wedding.

This weekend I had a preview of what my single life would be like. It wasn't pretty.