I think I pulled something at bootcamp this week. I stepped on the treadmill and didn’t make it 60 seconds before I headed to the bike.
Sometimes I search for split ends and cut them one my one. It’s therapeutic .
This weekend is my wedding tasting at the island! I guess if the food’s not good it’s too late.
Matt’s at the kitchen table studying for an exam with complicated math – aren’t you so glad it’s not you?
Every day that gets closer to the wedding, I feel more and more overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.
Why is it so hard to go to bed on time?
Bald Head tomorrow evening. Gotta go pack. Have a splendid weekend!
