Brie Fit

So, today was the first time I’ve run more than 400m since mid-September.  I was a wee bit nervous—running is tricky.  But ultimately I decided to trust my CrossFit training and just go for it.

Before the race, we picked up our bibs and I put the official Turkey Trot shirt on under my CFN shirt.  Since we were doing it as a group, we engaged in some team spirit.

Tim joined me for the race today.  He hasn’t done much running since he started his new job with longer hours, but we decided it would be fun to give it a shot anyway.

Anyway, we lined up and were off.

If there’s one word I can use for this race, it would be CROWDED.  It was on a very narrow trail near the Missouri River and it was muddy.  It was a 5K run combined with a two mile walk, which presented some challenges.  I had to slow to a near walk at two points on the course when we went over a narrow bridge.  I was kind of gunning for a PR, but with the crowds, it just wasn’t going to happen and I gave up on that goal early in the race.

The weather was gorgeous, and the sun was shining.  I took the whole thing at an easy pace (I didn’t really have much choice in that) and finished in 30:48.  The whole time, I just kept thinking, “Wow, this is both way easier and more boring than CrossFit.”  Heh.

Despite the crowds, it was a great way to start out our Thanksgiving day!  I think I might look for a less crowded 5K in a few months to try to PR again, but I’m fairly sure my long distance days are done for a long while.

We took a CFN photo post-race. 

(Tim finished a few minutes after I did, which is totally awesome for doing a 5K with no training!  Go Tim!)

In other news, Milhouse’s Christmas photo bowtie arrived yesterday.

(I tried it on Buckley, and he was less enthused.)

Anyway.  Here are just a few things I’m thankful for today:

• Tim.  It’s so nice to have someone who just gets me, and when he doesn’t, he’s mostly just amused by me.  I love having a drama-free marriage.
• My mom and sister, who I can’t wait to see next week for the first time since July!
• Having non-crazy in-laws.  They are pretty excellent.  I got lucky.
• Our (almost) house.  I can’t believe we’ll be homeowners in less than a week!
• Healing.  It’s been a rough month, but I feel like I’m in a good place again.  It’s nice to feel hopeful again and not sad.
• Hummus, cheese, Greek yogurt, and clementines.  Enough said.
• My job, and Tim’s new job.  It’s hard to not take these for granted sometimes, but I am so thrilled Tim has a position he loves with people he loves.
• CrossFit, and my excellent trainers who push me.  I’m so glad going to the gym is something I look forward to now, and not something I dread.
• My best friend who introduced me to CrossFit, and responds patiently to my crazy e-mails.  I’m so excited for her baby girl coming in February.
• The possibility of having a baby next Thanksgiving.  I hope, I hope, I hope.
• The Sing-Off.  Shut up.  I love it.
• Milhouse, Buckley, and Southie, who amuse me more than they probably should, and who cuddled me through the awful miscarriage last month.
• Tivo.
• YOU.  Having positive, supportive readers who come back day after day to give me the “attagirl” I sometimes need.  And who help do amazing things like the Blogs for Dogs registry for Joplin and The Great Fundraising Act.

Happy Thanksgiving, folks.  Enjoy the turkey.

So, before you proceed further, I am going to warn you that this post talks about things like blood, and lots of blood, and possibly pee, and what it is physically like to have a miscarriage.  And I might talk about things like my uterus and bladder and other lady bits.  Proceed at your own risk.

On Monday, Tim went back to work because I was feeling pretty good, physically.   I had started bleeding on Sunday.  It has picked up a bit throughout the day, but was never heavier than your standard bad period.  Monday morning, I bled pretty heavily, and passed what I thought was a significant amount of tissue.  Throughout the day on Monday, the bleeding slowed up some and I felt pretty great. 

So, I did what any person moving in thirty days (hopefully) would do—laundry, and attempt to go through the closets and throw away some things that we didn’t need.  Apparently, that was a mistake, because by late Monday afternoon, I began cramping and bleeding more and more.

By the time Tim got home from work Monday, and we were placating trick-or-treaters with candy, I was bleeding more than I ever could have imagined.  It continued to get worse and worse until I basically sitting on the toilet gushing blood.  (Happy Halloween, right?)

I called my midwife and she said that if I was soaking more than a pad an hour (an impossible gauge, really, when you can’t get off the damn toilet) for three or more hours, that I needed to go to the nearest ER.

Three hours hit and there was no end in sight so Tim rushed me to the nearest ER.

I nearly turned around and walked out when the triage nurse asked helpful questions like, “Is that a medication?” in response to me stating that I have a serious allergy to a class of antibiotics, and “Do you have a medical history?”  (No, bud.  This is my first time at the doctor.  Who are you?)

Because we had the option to either laugh hysterically or break down in tears, Tim and I just started cracking up.  Which led to the most massive amount of blood I’ve ever seen.  Luckily, that guy was the only questionable employee we saw the entire time.

Anyway.  They finally got me into a room in the ER, and god bless the ER doctor.  She was a complete godsend.  She knew exactly what to say (“I’m so sorry,” and “This is not your fault”) and was amazingly even-keel and calm.

She gave me a pelvic exam and attempted to clean things out a bit manually.  We were then told to wait an hour, and they’d do another pelvic to see if it had slowed and I could go home.

By this point, it was after midnight and we were both exhausted.  Tim snoozed in a chair while I read a book, and felt things distinctly…not slow down.

The second pelvic exam was a nightmare.  Not because the staff wasn’t skilled and kind, because they were, but because the amount of blood was so staggering I heard the doctor say things like “we should call housekeeping ASAP” and “this light is going to be need to be sent out for deep cleaning.”  And I’m pretty sure I ruined the doctor’s scrub pants.  There was a lot of gushing.  They decided I was going to be admitted as soon as they took a look, but attempted again to clean things out with great vigor.

We waited for awhile after this and I finally agreed to take pain meds for the cramping and anti-emetics for the nausea that accompanied them..  The pain was sporadic, but I felt like I could take until that point, when I just kind of gave up and knew I wasn’t going home.  The drugs were amazing and I felt extremely sleepy by the time I was wheeled up to my room.

The nurse upstairs checked me in and I promptly went to sleep and sent Tim home to tend to the dog.  Sleep in a hospital is kind of non-existent, though.  I was admitted around 2:30, and had a visitor at 4 to check my blood pressure, and a visitor at 5 to take some blood, and another blood pressure check at 6. 

Tim returned around 7.  Where we took the standard “this sucks” photo.

Tuesday was a blur.  I tweeted some, but I was not allowed any food or drink (sucky).  I was on IV fluids the whole day, and had another dose of pain meds in the morning.  The bleeding had slowed some, but was still going on, and it’s really hard to…take care of that…with an IV pole in your arm. 

In the morning, I met with the on call OB/GYN (who was also great, and wearing a Mizzou jacket and therefore trustworthy) who said our options at that point all hinged on the results of a pelvic ultrasound.  If my ute appeared empty, I could go home; if there was a little stuff remaining, I could get pills to help expel it naturally; if there was a lot, the best option would be a D&C, where they surgically evacuate the contents of my uterus.
At about 1 or 2, they decided they needed to give me a catheter to properly inflate my bladder for the ultrasound.  Except everything down there was so swollen it took three (painful) tries and a special kind of tip to get things in.  I never want to do that again.

The ultrasound tech was wonderful and basically told me that I hadn’t passed the sac as I thought I had, and that I still had a vigorous bit of lining remaining.  We waited (and waited, and waited) for the OB/GYN to come meet with us all afternoon (because he was delivering babies, sigh), and I started losing it a bit mentally.  Thanks to the catheter, I was unable to move much and there wasn’t a great way to deal with the bleeding.   I started to lose it during an episode of Antiques Roadshow.

Finally, the doctor came in and told me what we already knew—that there was a lot left.  He said he’d still be fine with me trying the drugs, but he felt the D&C was extremely safe and hinted strongly that it was probably our best option.  Even if I had opted for the drugs, there was a 30% or so chance I’d need a D&C later eventually.  At that point I was so exhausted physically and emotionally, after a week of waiting and three days of horrific bleeding, that we decided to go for the D&C.  I just could not stomach the idea of more blood, and going home to play the “will it work?” waiting game again.

I was wheeled down to surgery and was handled by two extremely kind, compassionate nurses.  I had trouble holding back tears as they prepped me, and when one nurse asked, “No, how are you DOING?” I lost it for a brief moment.  Even though I was confident it was the best decision, damn, it still hurts to realize this is the real, true end of the tiny creature we’d loved for the last fifty days.

Thankfully, the surgery was uneventful and quick.  I remember blathering on about how the nurses should get raises and I wanted a milkshake on the way out as I was waking up from the anesthesia.  The only pain I had was from the anesthesia tube down my throat—it’s still feeling scratchy today.  It was a very easy procedure, and for that I am grateful.

This morning, I feel wobbly and swollen.  I’m still on strong pain meds, as well as the cramping meds that were discussed pre-surgery.  I’ve set myself up a nice little bed on the couch and will probably take a nap as soon as I hit publish.

I wasn’t sure whether to blog the gory details of this, but then I decided (as I usually do) that there’s not much point to hiding it.

Thankfully, I have an excellent blog helper to stop my tears when I’m feeling sad writing this.

It deserves mention that throughout this all, Tim was amazing.  He got maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep the whole time, but was there for me throughout without batting an eyelash.

And thank you for all your support through this terrible ordeal.  I am glad to be able to say definitively that it is over, at least physically.

Time for a nap.

I couldn’t sleep last night.  Every time I closed my eyes, I would start to cry all over again.  So I stayed up, Googling things I shouldn’t be Googling, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and knew I’d fall asleep instantly.

I had bad dreams and kept waking up.  It kind of sucked.  I wish I had sleeping pills.

Today, I just feel kind of numb.  I don’t have an appetite.  I ALWAYS have an appetite.  The only thing that sounds remotely appetizing is cake.

Nothing has started yet.  I’m giving my body until Monday; if nothing happens, we move on to medical intervention.  I hope we don’t have to resort to that, but I also don’t want to drag this out for more than a week.  For now, we wait.  I am glad I have lots of sick time built up at work—I plan to use it generously.

I keep touching my belly and flinching, remembering that there’s nothing there.

I’m still having pregnancy symptoms, which is just cruel.  The heartburn, the reflux, the food aversions…still there.  I just want it all to go away.

Things that have been keeping me sane:

• Tim.  He’s stayed home from work and is a rock.
• Our pets.  Buckley, in particular, put aside his usual jerky demeanor and purred on my chest for a good twenty minutes this morning.

• Frasier on Netflix.  It’s such a funny show, and I haven’t watched it for ages.  It makes me smile.  I desperately want to watch Gilmore Girls right now, but since we canceled cable and it’s not on Hulu Plus or Netflix streaming I’m SOL.
• Cleaning.  My kitchen looks fabulous.  Scrubbing things feels good.
• Starting to reread one of my favorite mindless books for the millionth time.  It’s like an old friend.
• The “this happened to my wife/mom/friend/cousin, but then they had ten healthy babies” stories.  They give me so much hope.

We’re still thinking of putting an offer in on a house this weekend.  Our agents know what is going on, and we’re meeting with them on Saturday.  The real estate market doesn’t wait, unfortunately, and I think having a new project to focus on will be good.

I miss CrossFit, but I’ve been instructed to “take it easy” on myself until this is over.  I can’t wait to take this all out on some weights.

I am ready to move on.  I want this nightmare to be over and I want to focus on waiting one cycle and then making a baby that we will one day hold in our arms.

(Beautiful flowers from my best friend and the in-laws.)

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers—I hope you don’t mind if I blog this experience out a bit, though it’s not exactly the normal subject matter of Brie Fit.  It does help to work all these thoughts out in text form, you know?

I had a really bad day today.  So I’ll cut to the chase and post my WOD.  It was long and hard and I felt like I sucked at it.  Womp womp.

The best part was that a stray kitten joined us this morning.  It was white with gray spots and ran laps with us and meowed at us while we did our farmer’s walks.  I almost named it Coach and took it home.

Anyway.  The WOD was 10 (yes, ten) rounds of:

• 30 dips (crappy girly ones, with my knees bent, on a box)
• 20 sumo deadlift high pulls (@ 25 pounds.  Lame.)
• 10 farmer’s walk laps around two cones (@ 25 pounds.  Weak sauce.)

I don’t think anyone in the class finished by the time time was called at 35 minutes.  I finished 7.8 rounds (got through 4 laps of the farmer’s walk).  I just wasn’t feeling it today.

Here’s to tomorrow being a better day.  I’m on the road again in a giant rental car that reeks of smoke this time, yay!

I am so tired.

I’m in the thick of busy work season, so major major apologies if my blogging is erratic and/or sucky the next few weeks.  I’ve been driving all over tarnation for the last few days, eating while driving most of the time.  It’s been real fun.

(Next week should be pretty calm, though.  Yay.)

Anyway.  Today’s WOD looked deceptively easy, but was…not.

Seven rounds of:

• 7 pull-ups (assisted with a band, and some jumping)
• 14 burpees
• 21 air squats 

I think I finished in 22:30?  I don’t remember.  It was early. 

After we did that, we did two tabatas (20 seconds hard work, 10 seconds rest, repeat).  The first one was sit-ups for 4 minutes.  The second was push-ups for 3 minutes.  By the end, I was wiped.

I have to say—I finally noticed today that my form is improving on many of the exercises.  My first pull-ups were more like giant leaps off the box, followed by an uncontrolled downward…crashing.  While I’m still jumping for them a little bit, and using a resistance band, they are much more controlled.  I’ve also noticed that my burpees are less awkward and jerky, and I was VERY proud today that I completed the entire sit-up tabata with a full range of motion—no crunches.  Sure, I didn’t do a TON of sit-ups, but slowing down a bit and doing them with perfect form is even better, in my opinion!

NOW!  Here’s a random update for you.  Remember Bubbles, the stray kitty we took in and vetted and lived with us for a month but then found a good home?

Well, his new mom and dad sent an update and some pictures.  Thought I’d share!

His dad says:

Here are some pictures of the little guy! He’s sleeping on the recliner as I type! Loving life!
Thanks again for introducing us to him! He’s got such a great personality!

Happy endings for all.  These pictures make my heart happy.

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Today was a day of celebration!

It was Tim’s last day at his job. 

His co-workers are a capital group and I drove down to go to lunch with all of them at Michael Smith.

I was a little underwhelmed by the food and the service.  I had high expectations, but it was just kind of meh.  I also found it odd that the portion sizes on some of the entrees were wildly different—I had a burger that was massive, but Tim’s gnocchi dish was teeny tiny.  It was odd.

They got him a very nice plaque commemorating his time at the office.  And then we had delicious Costco cake (seriously, yummy). 

Afterwards, I went home to have, erm, “reading time.”  Which is code for “naptime.”  I didn’t sleep well at all last night—working out from 7:30-8:30 really keyed me up, so I stayed up until about 1 am, and woke up every hour because I was so terribly sore.  And I was up early.  So, yeah, I napped.

I also finally pulled the trigger on a few shopping items today!

I bought this dress that I’ve been coveting for probably a month now (40% off this weekend at Ann Taylor, use coupon code FALL40):

And a new pair of black heels, since mine had to be repaired with Sharpie last week and are falling apart:

And a pair of minimalist-esque shoes (for $15!) from RueLaLa (disclaimer: referral link), for CrossFitting and casual fall wear:

Then, Tim and I got ready to go on our official celebration date.  I insisted on some self-portraits in our bathroom.

We went to Grunauer, and it was probably the best “nice” meal I’ve had in Kansas City. 

We shared the wiener schnitzel and spaetzle, and a cheese strudel and coffee for dessert.  I also had a delicious glass of wine.  We both loved the atmosphere and we practically licked our plates clean!   I can’t wait to go back.

It was a lovely night in Kansas City.

The weather here has been gorgeous and my mood matches.

Tomorrow, I have to go to a picnic for work (boo), and I may see if I can drag Tim to CrossFit with me if I’m not too sore (which…I may be.  I’m kind of waddling right now).  I’m looking forward to a fun weekend!

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Hey guys!

Sorry to take a few days off, but…I tried to blog yesterday and just nothing was happening.  It was a very boring weekend around here.  Which, I suppose, is good.  But yeah, nothing to write home about.

Except we made very good waffles on Saturday morning.  I think we’ve been overmixing and undercooking them a bit, but these were a star.  And I topped them with a little coconut, which makes everything better.

I grocery shopped at Trader Joe’s on Friday night, which was a bit of a clusterfuck, but I obtained cheap cherries and goat cheese so it’s all okay.

I had a beer this weekend.  It was necessary.

This morning, we went to church.  I like going to church, but I really don’t like getting out of bed to go there.  It was nice, though.

I had brunch when we got home.

I then started feeling quite crappy thanks to lady hormones and related afflictions.  I was going to work out today, but instead I took a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser to the baseboards of our kitchen wailing about how I’ll never be a good mother if I can’t even keep our house clean with TWO people.

Tim and Buckley sought refuge on the couch, and looked at me thusly.

And then, Tim tiptoed out the door to buy me some ice cream called “Chocolate Seduction” and I felt much better.

God, I’m just a Cathy cartoon waiting to happen.  Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, ack.

We grilled dinner.  It wasn’t pretty, but it was delicious.

This is going to be an absolutely nuts week at work.  I’ll be working roughly 6:30 am to 8:30 pm on Thursday, and 6:30 am to 3:30 pm on Friday.  I’m both looking forward to it and, well, not—it’s a fun time of year, but it’s also tiring and stressful.

Workout plans for the week will be a bit truncated due to said crazy work schedule.  I need to start building up my mileage a bit for the Nike Women’s Half in October, so I’m going to do a “long” run of 5 miles at some point this week.  I haven’t done anything over 4 miles since probably April, so I’ll ease back in slowly!  I also want to swim once and lift once, and hopefully get in another run somewhere (but I’m not counting on it).

What are your exercise goals this week?

…since I posted a gross foot picture.  More on that later.

Today was a pretty busy day at work.  I had some cereal for breakfast.  Then, around 11, I found out I was being called into a noon meeting (which should be outlawed, BTW), so I split my lunch in half and had a peach beforehand.

These peaches aren’t great, but for $.99/pound, I suppose you can’t expect greatness.

After my meeting, I had the rest of my lunch.

Leftover pulled pork, tiny cheese, kiddie Greek yogurt.

After I wolfed that down, I had to run to the Barkery for more raw for Milhouse and Southie.  (Buckley is our lone dissenter from the raw lifestyle.  Not shocking.)  If you’re in KC, I can’t recommend them enough—their staff is always friendly and they are so knowledgeable!

Anyway, an aside about raw feeding: it’s kind of a pain in the butt to package it all up and remember to thaw it, but there are some cool benefits I very much like.  Southie’s mysterious lifelong dandruff has disappeared, and Milhouse poops less than a squirrel.  So, we’re fans. 

Snacktime:

This banana was perfectly overripe.  There is nothing worse than an underripe banana, no?

After work, I had a most excellent four mile run on the treadmill.   I watched the beginning of the last season of Biggest Loser on Hulu Plus, since I can’t bring myself to sit through two hours of it under normal circumstances.  But it’s great motivation while actually working out.

So here is the aforementioned gross foot picture.

I don’t know WTF it is about my feet, but that same area gets ridiculously blistered and callused over and over and over again.  It falls off, and grows back.  And now it’s got a giant blood blister on it.

(Sidenote: Remember Blistersquatch?  Were any of you around in the Blistersquatch days?  I’m glad I finally discovered the joy of wide width running shoes.  This is nowhere near as bad, but still irritating.  Literally.)

For dinner, we tried a new recipe for Saucy Garlic Chicken.

I healthified it a bit by using half the butter, whole wheat pasta, 1% milk, less cheese, and double the spinach!  (It’s under there, I promise.)

It was pretty tasty, but fairly labor-intensive for a weeknight.  I think this is a make-on-Sunday, leftovers-on-Monday kind of meal!  Luckily we have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. 

Anyway, tomorrow I’m going to do our regular grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s instead of Target!  Exciting.  I’ve never gotten to take advantage of their frozen or refrigerated foods section since I’ve been transporting it long-distance or going on my lunch hour at work. 

Any cold TJ’s suggestions?  What is wrong with my feet/shoes?

Thank you for all your awesome comments on my last post.  I’m obviously having a rough time of it lately, but…I’m just doing the best I can.  One day at a time, one foot in front of the other.  There are good days and bad days.  Luckily, today was a good one!

We woke up semi-early (for me, on the weekend) to head to church.  I had a small bowl unpictured cereal beforehand.  Use your imagination.

I came home and had some lunch. 

I had a fried egg with bacon and a sprinkle of goat cheese on a whole wheat English muffin, carrots, a pretzel, and hummus, with a side of watermelon.

I can’t get enough hummus these days!

After lunch, I made cookies, as I promised I would for my boss’ birthday.

Minor victory: instead of shoving cookie dough down my gullet, I sucked on a mint.  It’s the little things.

We did a little pre-dinner house hunting online with a glass of cab.

Southie did not find our antics amusing, once she realized we are not looking for a home with a catio.

For dinner, we took advantage of the good weather (okay, it’s still hotasballs here, but not TOO bad) and grilled. 

I made spinach and strawberry salads, and we grilled pork chops (manager’s special, $2 for two, woo!) that I marinated in this chipotle lime marinade.  We also had some grilled corn on the cob.  I will miss it when it’s out of season!  The marinade was great—just spicy enough.

For dessert, a little piece of the ice cream cake I made for the brother-in-law’s birthday yesterday.

Is there any food that marshmallows don’t improve?

Anyway.  I’ve got a few hours of weekend left and the final season of Friday Night Lights calling my name on Hulu.

Jet setting on the last several weekends has been fun and all, but I’ve been looking forward to this one for awhile.

Because I got to stay home.  And do stuff that needed to be done, and that I wanted to do.

When I was in Boston, I bought Tim these Star Wars pancake molds for fun.  Today, we used them.

They didn’t turn out super great, but it was fun nonetheless.  Tim insisted on eating the Millennium Falcon one.

We ate them in bed, with iced coffee, whilst watching Friday Night Lights on Netflix.  It was perhaps the happiest moment I’ve had in a few months (aside from finally reuniting with my best friend at the airport).

I spent the morning doing random things around the house that have needed to get done for weeks…but haven’t been, because I’ve been gone so much.  I shredded every FAFSA worksheet or financial aid notice my mother saved since 2002 (and recently gifted me) and it took over an hour.  I also gave Milhouse a bath and  scrubbed the master bathroom clean.  Not fun, but oddly soothing.

For a late lunch, I had a tasting plate of sorts, a la Meghann.

This was kind of a “finish the last of the produce” plate: slightly past-their-prime strawberries, a slightly mushy white nectarine, baby carrots and hummus, a toasted pretzel bun, and a tiny cheese.  It was pretty light and just what I wanted after a somewhat heavy breakfast.

Then I engaged in cat photography for awhile, because Buckley was just, you know, chillin’ with his tongue out.

Then, I went on my biannual Sephora trip!

I try to stay out of Sephora as much as possible because I have no willpower around pretty things.  I have recently decided that twice a year is the way to go—in between trips, I can replenish the necessities (foundation, mascara) that run out, but that’s it.

Anyway, I was out of a bunch of stuff, so I wound up getting:

• Tarte Amazonian Clay Blush in Dollface
• bareMinerals Mineral Veil
• Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion (this stuff is incredible)
• Buxom Insider Eyeliner in Amethyst
• Lorac Starry-Eyed Baked Eyeshadow Trio in Star Struck

And now I will not buy any more until 2012.  Womp womp.

And then I got my hair cut.  My usual hairstylist was out sick, so I had someone new, and she cut it a tiny bit shorter and styled it a wee bit spikier than I like.  But, I could not wait another day for a haircut, let alone a week (my beloved Mandy is only in on Fridays and Saturdays—sigh), so…it is what it is.  It’s hair, it’ll grow, and it will probably look better when I style it my way tomorrow.  Whatever.

I went home and made a quickie dinner.

We usually get something out on Saturdays, but since we ate out a lot last weekend, we stayed in tonight.  I did a quickie chicken parm served over whole wheat pasta and it was pretty yummy.

Then I hauled my butt to Target to do some shopping for the week.  I was going to wait until tomorrow, but the thought of going to the grocery store on Sunday afternoon when it is one zillion percent humidity and 100+ degrees out sounded less than appealing.  So I did it.

Now, I’m enjoying some Edy’s S’mores ice cream and we’re watching Scott Pilgrim Versus the World.  (It’s just okay.)

The only thing that would have made today better would have been a more palatable temperature (100+ is not okay with me—a little run might have been nice) and having my usual hairstylist.  But alas.  I will not complain.

What would your perfect Saturday look like?