It’s Tuesday and my body is still sore as hell. Sports are hard.
I made The Kid go to lunch with me today. He hated it 43% of the time. Hate is good for you, like protein.
Wondering if the bruises all over my legs will fade so I can wear a skirt to the symphony with The Yuppie. If not he has an excellent back up plan: I will be Kristen and he will be Client #9. His profession may be the epitome of boring,but he is not.
My iPhone is no longer the bane of my existence. It may lock up occasionally but if that’s the price I must pay to have Hello Kitty on it, so be it.
I’ve been with my new company for three months and I only remember the names of ten people. Much like sports, names are hard.
I have a new column debuting next week with In Utah This Week and have yet to come up with a proper name. This stresses me out. I told you, names are hard!