Quoted from one of my favorite bands, Paramore. I couldn’t have said it better.
Exhibit A:
Second edition of unsubscribed-to “American Baby” magazine, Sneak Peek Ultrasound Company, Enfamil advertisement and coupons, Gymboree coupons.
Why, oh why, must you and I continue to tangle over this issue? You creepy, evil “coincidence,” you, I will beat you down.

I know I’m too old and this is no longer a possibility. Now, leave me be.

Getting Baby advertisements and magazines in the mail + Being a (ahem) mature woman = Ridiculousness

Exhibit B:

Remember? 5K in two weeks?

Rain + Running = Having to do one of Jillian’s stupid DVDs & nearly having a heart attack when I run that 5K

Exhibit C:
Sale on Edy’s Slow-Churned French Silk Ice Cream … perfect timing.

Rain – Running + Ice Cream = Failure … Happy Failure

Exhibit D:
Since I started watching this series about a month ago (yes, five seasons in one month), my life has come to a stand-still. I have decided it’s either demonic or deeply spiritual. I am totally addicted. And, now the series is over this season. Ugh. What will fill this void? “24,” you have big shoes to fill.

LOST + Raining + No running + Edy’s French Silk ice cream = Pure Awesomeness

Add in the sushi my husband brought me this afternoon = Perfection