Yay 30 Rock! Out of the "dozens and dozens" I'm probably #14.

Hooray for backup pants.

This is my last week with Bro before he leaves for school. After that I need to get the hell out of this house.

I'm feeling better today, thank you. I ate a donut, iced and jelly filled, but I didn't feel guilty about it because (TMI alert) it's my heavy day and I wanted it; also I haven't had a donut in six months. I probably won't have another one for six months either. I'm afraid of being that person perceived as rubbing their lifestyle choices in co-workers faces, deserved or not. Why should I care, really? I need to lay off the baked goods.

I need to exercise. I don't get enough exercise.

I went to a baby shower last weekend and practically melted over the pink. And I hate pink! Must've been the hormones. I also felt so shabbily dressed in my emergency outfit. I also can't wait to buy that baby more cute stuff. It's great when it's not your kid, heh.