All this shit happened. Literally, all this shit happened. I’ve been trying to write about the JCC making me feel like an asshole, and my one great massive phobia making me feel like an asshole. Then sewage started backing up into the house, and it turns out the whole line from the house to the street needs to be replaced NOW, and we don’t have plumbing until it’s done. It has quite literally, been a very shitty twenty-four hours.
But the good thing that came of this was that last night we stayed with Scott’s mom, and I was getting changed for bed I caught a glimpse of my back and holy crap, my shoulders and back are RIPPED. The angle of the two mirrors in the bedroom gave a view I don’t usually get to see. I tried getting a picture today, so I could massage my ego by posting an image of my great ripped-ness, but the photo just didn’t capture any of the definition. I guess this is why bodybuilders grease themselves up and stand under bright lights. Whatever. I still want to post it. In the meantime, look! It’s the obligatory yoga on the beach pic from vacation last month:
Holy shit, is that you???? Damn.
Damn straight it’s me.