Ouch. (round II)

I'm trying to think of something witty, but I can't because everything on my body hurts.  Abs, legs, arms, eyeballs... they are all sore.  Which is good, I think.  Though I can't be certain. 

So far the workouts are going ok.  I'm currently be wrecked by literally HALF the weight that I used to lift, which is a sad sad statement on how bad 'the situation' has gotten. 

McCloud is indulging me by joining the morning workouts which is great, because even though we aren't actually eating or drinking, we still talk about it, which makes the time pass faster.  Is that a red flag? I can't even figure THAT out right now....  ow.

Good thing all this good behavior is about to slam to a stop.  In exactly 7 hours our long lost friend (currently lost in Kansas) is flying in for a much needed weekend of debauchery.  So far the itinerary has nothing but restaurants, wine, spa-ing and a drag show on it.   what more can a girl ask for?

So, if we're on radio silence for a few days its because the three of us are busy either causing a ruckus, or resting up for the next round of ruckus-ness (a la the scene to the left). 


Happy Weekend!