I have fallen off the fitness wagon, people. It is not pretty. I have firmly etched GYM onto tomorrow's calendar. The madness MUST STOP. Particularly since there are still Rice Krispies Treats in the kitchen (and not for long)!

Did I tell you that M is looking into going to seminary? That's right, my future husband is going to be a pastor. Which will make me a pastor's wife. ::pause for hysterical laughter:: Can you imagine? The line “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans" comes to mind. This is not what I imagined for my life. That said, I think the church would be lucky to have M, so if they'll take him, they can have him! And what the heck, I'll come, too. Plenty of seminaries right here in NYC, too, how about that. That's good because I'm not ready to leave NYC. Love it too much!