You are one year old today, WordPress! Yaaay!
I’m still learning to tolerate my haircut. I just wanted the ends trimmed a bit last Tuesday and walked out with my hair two inches shorter. No matter, it should be the perfect length for Halloween so I can trick-or-treat as one of the “Call On Me” girls with Frank. I’m not serious, but here’s the lineup just in case:
I could have sworn there was a picture somewhere with the actual girls from the video, but I can’t find it anymore. What a bummer (could that be a pun? I don’t know, somebody please help me).
My actual, less sexy workout was below average today. Having dusted off my skating muscles, the insides of my legs ached pretty intensely this morning, which further supports my claim (you know, the one that goes ‘It’s not the day after, it’s the day after that‘ and is occasionally followed by a wink).
Speaking of Frank (and Ross)(…but mostly Frank), he just called to inform me that he and Ross would like to come over and sit on my couch. Here’s the gist of what was exchanged:
“Rose. Ross and I are coming over to sit on your couch, okay?”
“Uh. Okay. Where are you?”
“I’m at home, and Ross is at his house [inappropriate details] baseball players.”
“Okay. Hey, you left your fish here.”
“…..What!? How can I be cooking it now if I left it there?”
“Magical fish? Now that’s pretty cool.”
I really must be coming down with something if ‘magical fish’ was the best I could do.
