Day 1

Dear Diary

Yesterday I accused Matt of having a crisis of the faith. He doesn’t think baby Jebus wants to see him naked, but surely if baby Jebus loves us all the way we are, he’d be perfectly fine with seeing Matt naked? My logic, it is flawless.

In any case, today I had a crisis of the pants. Specifically, I couldn’t find anything clean that fit me except the ones I wore yesterday. So I had to do the boy thing and make sure I hadn’t a) sat in anything or b) spilled anything too heinous down the front, and then wore them again.

It might be time to explore stretchier options.

Day, iunno, 3

It is hard to type with wet nail polish on.

Burger King apparently does a cheeseburger & coffee combo for breakfast. Thank you baby Jebus, thank you. Now if you could just talk to them about making their donuts not suck, I’d be most grateful. Yours etc, Karen.

Carl’s wedding is tomorrow and I have come out with some itchy as hell shaving/heat rash thing on my legs so will be wearing boots. Oh well. If you’re lucky I may share photos. Not of my legs, obviously.