8 days total, started Wednesday at sundown, ends this Thursday at sundown. So just 3 more days to decide where we're going to get massive portions of pasta and garlic bread on Thursday.

On another note...so I performed a small maricle on Friday. I had to go to the post office to mail taxes, AND to the DMV to renew my driver's license, with no appointment. Somehow, I spent less than 20 minutes total between the two of them.

I had an extra helping of spaghetti with browned butter and mizithra cheese tonight, just for my Jewish pals around the world :)

For the second time today, there are 4 people outside doing a choreographed dance. Right now the tune is "Please, Mr. Postman." I don't think it's rush week, and it's a co-ed group anyhow. I have no idea why they are doing this. I feel so old.

I rode my bike on Sunday. I took it to go shopping. I had a great time. Now, two days later, the skin and muscles that tenderly cushion my pelvic bones and genitalia feel bruised. That's right, it feels like someone punched me right in the taint. Does one's body actually adjust to bike riding? Where you can ride your bike everyday to work and it doesn't damage one's private parts?

Well, does it?!

(For the record, I have a very nice, especially cushioned seat, though it is narrow. Not that my a$$ would know. My a$$ thinks I was riding a bike without a seat at all.)

kegel exercises?

LMFAO! Shut it, Meinke! I'm not trying to prevent incontinence, or prevent Mothragina. I just don't want to be bruised in my happy place!

Note to self: Converse All-Stars are not walking shoes. Do not wear them to MA.

At least, not by any bike, eh?;)

Uhm, Lance Armstrong might be able to give you some advice. If he could hop back on the ol' bike after going through cancer of the nethers, then I'll bet he's got some good leads on comfy seats!

I had no idea one could still buy Converse All-Stars.