1. There is a 50 pound rope in my dining room right now. Sometimes I wonder how men and women are really supposed to coexist.
2. I would rather have potato chips over chocolate any day.
3. My feet have dreadful callouses. I generally wear pretty sensible shoes, so I have no idea why they’re like this. I got a pat down at the airport once and the TSA lady touched the bottom of my feet through my socks and then asked all accusatorially “What you got in there?” Because I was embarrassed, I said “Oh, those are just my cloven hooves!” She gets this kinda scary, aggressive tone, “Excuse me?”
“Right. Sorry. I have really gross callouses.”
Thanks again, to Rebecca! She is a face-washing hater; a girl after my own heart.