Monday night, as I was leaving the Y (hooray for resolutions!), I walked right into a tree branch. Totally scratched my face beneath my left eye. It was sort of darkish, and I guess I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing. I tried to play it off, but my instinctual duck-and-swat probably gave me away. Thankfully I just had a little red mark that disappeared later that night.
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I hate it when it's just dark enough that you can't see the branch, but just light enough for people to wonder why you are just swatting at the air.
Bless your hearrrrrt. What class at the Y? I miss the Y...
Hey, Brooke! They have the Y in California too!
Unfortunately, the Y didn't make it into my tiny little budget.
Hry, Bowlby, did you see Juno? I think you'd like it.
I'm desperate to see Juno! Dang baby is holding me back.
I saw Juno today and lost count of how many times I laughed out loud. Hard. Not too many movies can make me do that.
No class, Brooke. Just the good old-fashioned treadmill.
I want to see Juno too. Maybe you could ditch the baby and we can go one night.
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