After two weeks of incessant intense pain, suffering, drugs, chiropracters and physical therapy due to a simple work-out injury, I finally feel better. Yay! Now I can get back to doing my favorite things:
Sometimes I wonder about what it means to be happy. Is happiness just an acceptance of your life as it exists at any given time? I wish I had words for this question that could be accurately translated from the language of my insides.
I should preface this post by saying that all of these pictures are on Facebook, so feel free to skip it if you've checked them out there. Mostly I post these to amuse my parents who don't use facebook, and all of my creepy ex-boyfriends who aren't dead or in jail.
I visited Cloe again! And I took Rebecca and Zev with me. We brought candy, because that's what ladies of a certain age like, if you weren't aware. Sugar. Helping win the hearts and minds of preteens for more than a century.
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