I was informed just a few moments ago that I will be receiving one of my holiday gifts on November 18th.  Then I was told what it is.  I squealed like a 12 year-old at a NKOTB show.

*Horrible subject segue*  Anchored squats suck.  Monster suck.  My quads feel like rocks.  They should only feel like this after I've done something comepltely... freaky.  Two days in a row of pilates is not a good thing, but they were the only ones available this week.  OK, so it wasn't just the squats that turned my quads into painful boulders, but I think it is what pushed me over the edge.  When my trainer dropped by the office this morning to say hi I hissed at her.  Literally.  She laughed.  If I could have lifted my leg high enough I would have kicked her in the ankle.

On to other things.  Twelve days until Ang's arrival.  So far the line-up looks something like this:

• Wednesday - Staged peener show
• Thursday - Dinner theater, kinda
• Friday - possibly unscripted peener show
• Saturday - National comedy act
• Also need to fit in - a trip to downtown

I'll spare you another subject change.  However, I will let you know that I feel another open letter coming on.