I saw the world's most obnoxious T-shirt at the casino last night. It read: "50,000 Battered Women, and I'm still eating mine plain?"

Finally, my weekend. I decided not to go running this morning after getting off of work, and instead decided to take a nap. Wise choice, I think. The gym was closed today, so I figured I'd just be a complete slug. I was hoping to sleep for about two or three hours, but Zeus only let me have an hour before trying to get me to get off the couch and play with him. So I finally gave up and arose, then changed into my bathing suit and went out to my backyard to try and tan. I let Zeus have free run of the yard while I was out there, and I swear, that dog did not stop running the entire time I was tanning. I have a fairly large yard--half an acre--and he kept tearing from one side to the other, tail wagging, tongue lolling, and a goofy dog-grin on his face. Silly Beast.

Luckily I do tan pretty easily once I have the chance to actually expose my flesh to sunlight. I think with about three or four more afternoons in the sun I'll be able to wear shorts without embarrassment. (This is the South, and it seems like everyone has their summer tans already except me.) I did slather copious amounts of sunscreen on my face because of my Rosacea, which, by the way, has been nicely under control lately. Always a relief to be in the segment of population that the only treatment actually works for.

The rest of my day was spent doing ultra-exciting crap like changing light bulbs, and rearranging my bedroom furniture. (Don't ask me why. It's not like I ever have anyone over who would notice that I'd changed my bedroom furniture around. Swear to god, but I have been the only human being in my house in well over a month. Sheesh. We won't even talk about how long it's been since another human being has been in my bedroom.)