Constant reminders that back to school season is in full swing have--much to my chagrin--driven home the fact that all my summer awesomeness is coming to an end. No more concerts eagerly scribed on the calendar. No more impromptu salsa dancing. No day trips to fun cities. It seems that I'm left to live vicariously through the ladies of Sex & the City...minus sex, minus Manhattan.
Which reminds me, a few days ago I was rummaging through the bargain bins at Borders Book Store and I stumbled upon an answer to the question women have been asking themselves for decades, 'What the hell is wrong with
men?!'. Nestled between the Travel Guide to Kazakhstan and How to Land Your Dream Job were at least two perfectly practical resources for my mentally challenged gender counterpart. I'll admit that Laura Schlessinger might not be my primary resource if I were a man, but I do give her bonus points for an excellent title. However, my male friends, why are you not utilizing 'Finding the Boyfriend Within'?! Those 159 pages might be the missing link between you and me. I could be yours! And for only $3.99, the John F. Kennedy, Jr. look-a-like can tell you how! If that doesn't clear the bargain bin, I don't know what will.So, yeah, back to normal around here.
In unrelated news, I picked up the P90Xing where I left off--legs and back. I thought I had sufficiently recovered from the Kidney Fiasco, but it is crystal clear to me now that I have not. I'm currently hobbling around like a newborn foal standing up for the first time, knobby knees and all.
I'm neurotic today because...
...I've contacted Google to filter the Why-Do-You-Hate-Men emails out of my inbox. For the record, I don't hate men. I just think they're really really dumb.
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