Everything hurts. It's a good hurt, though. I guess. I've spent a lot of time at the gym for the past couple of weeks and I've been working pretty hard. Perhaps this is why I feel asleep on the couch from 8 to 10:30 on a Sunday evening. Kind of lame. Especially when I have been complaining to my husband that he never wants to do anything so he offers to take me out for dinner and to a movie. Do you know what we did? We made a pizza for dinner, then I fell asleep for two and a half hours. But wait. Maybe we both win in this one... He offered to go out and I said we should stay in. Hooooooold on here a minute. How'd he come out of this looking so good and STILL get his way? Huh. I think I've been duped!