In which Sweets leaves her notebook with the most recent draft of her upcoming post at the office, and does gym/laundry/cat pictures instead.

Homemade fudge pop! Cranky Ruby! (The barely-visible sports bra is the new Panache sports bra, worn in the halter configuration, and it is currently my one true love)

This Friday night I’m dancing at S Factor in front of people other than my fellow students.  I have not danced in front of people in approximately 1 billion years.  I’m freaking out a little bit.  But Roommate and Ezmeralda are both coming, because they rule, and I’ve made them promise to cheer obnoxiously.

Oh! Hey Mom. I’m, um . . . I’m helping you! I’m helping you pick out something to wear on Friday!

Definitely not trying to eat your tutu. No sirree.