Hey dudes! Happy SaturGay. Josh and I slept in until an impressive 8 A.M. this morning…that never happens.

I had a completely average work week. Ran twice, each time, less than two miles, each time my foot hurt worse the next day. NO BUENO. As is typical in my life, I finally start to enjoy exercise and now I’m wounded. Whiney whine whine.

Other news: I have an appointment at the fertility clinic next month to consider Robo Baby options. That’s riiiiiight. I basically took all of 2015 off from being concerned about making a baby, and now I’ve decided to um, be concerned again. Robo Baby, ahoy!

I feel very relaxed about the whole idea. I guess I AM ready. It certainly took a while.

Meanwhile in preparation of packing another 30 pounds onto my already not-needing-any-extra-weight bod, AND with the strong desire of core strengthening, Josh and I have started a weight-training program. It’s from a weight-training book I’ve had since oh, 2012 or so. Heh heh heh sigh.

Maggie is like, so OVER Halloween already.

Posting pictures of these masks every year guarantees horrified responses. I can barely tolerate it when Josh puts this one on. Noooooo!

I had a tragic accident with the neon pink glitter the other day, and now it accidentally has yellow and green mixed into it. Tragic indeed, because I have not been able to find neon glitter of this caliber for YEARS, and I do mean, YEARS. I’ve been parceling it out in tiny increments and always pouring it back into the bottle because I treasure it so.

I ordered a couple of neon glitter samples from two sellers on Etsy so that I can finish the Phyllis painting, but of course they aren’t as good as my favorite neon glitter. Should I look into making my own glitter? I mean…really.

The hot pink turban I bought at Patricia Field in NYC for something like 6 bucks…now I kind of wish I had gotten one in every color of the rainbow. The white turban is for my Halloween costume. I’m tempted to cover it with sequins.

Here’s the dress part of my costume…first try-on. Needs undergarments. Spanx are the devil!

Have you seen the latest Amy Schumer stand-up, “Live at the Apollo”? We had a few chuckles, but agreed that it wasn’t as funny as some of her other work.

I spied these “Chinese Lantern” plants at the hardware store and thought, “Awwww…I want one!” immediately followed by the thought, “Awwww…I’d kill that!”

This is how my husband recently spelled “cream cheese” on the grocery list. On a scale of 1 to 10, how concerned should I be?

Outdoor sunshine dog therapy is the best therapy.

Cheap-o turquoise jewelry from an Indian vendor in NYC. It coordinates so well with the kitchen!

My mother squealed during her last visit, “Liz, those curtains have angels all over them!” and now I always see the angels. 🙂 Love you, Mumsie.

Last Wednesday’s episode of AHS not only featured the introduction of Angela Bassett as a sort of Pam Grier-esque badass, but an entire fashion montage of Angela and Lady Gaga’s costumes over several decades! Ooooh!

I’ll take everything on this page, thanks, “Elle” magazine.

My new running sneakers, the Brooks PureConnect 4’s. Not the cutest, and with WHITE SOLES (you know how I feel about white), but they feel so niiiiice.

I haven’t transitioned into thinking about cold weather yet, and keep forgetting a hat and gloves at the dog park. Luckily Bear Cub’s fur is really thick right now.

Who doesn’t love this time of year?

As it turns out, the parade of carbs and sugars we’ve been eating since our return from NYC has been doing us zero favors (bloated stomachs and zitty skin), but I strongly felt before returning to a low carb (ish) eating plan I really really needed sausage and blueberry pancakes for dinner. We had this last night, and it was heaven.

Today we are going out thrifting to purchase the rest of our costume needs. Christy is coming over for dinner tonight, and I’m making chicken yakisoba, because at least then we’ll be eating some vegetables along with our carbs!

* Lyrics from this song, which I heard on AHS and enjoyed.