Hey look, kids! Studies show that you turn into your mother at age 31! DUH, STUDIES. Preeeeetty sure I was 31 when I took the Myer-Briggs personality test and scored the same as my mother. I even took it again, just to make sure–yep! I’m a “nurturer”. Not a bad thing!

THE HAMMOCK CAME! Now I have to decide if I want to try to set it up myself (me + directions = bad news), or wait for Joshy to get home from work. Speaking of work, I now have 3 weeks of work lined up for the next 2 months, THANK GOD. I mean, I was starting to get desperate. In fact, I even texted my boss: I’m desperate. It worked out!

Today is National Running Day, so let’s all…jog slowly for three minutes while we hold our painful PMS tits gingerly. Oh wait, that’s just me. I went to the foot clinic this morning and was diagnosed with high arches, a tiny bone spur on my right heel AND a bunion, like I figured. Treatment includes icing twice a day and a special shoe insert. Boo. Apparently all those years of wearing “cute” but flat shoes with zero arch support caught up with me. At least I don’t wear heels!