Someone remind me to eat before I go to aerobics in the morning.. I got up at 8:45 and was hopping around with the rest of them at 9:15.. By 9:40 I was completely pooped.

After I come home and shower, I dozed around and read for a while, doing nothing important in particular, until my mom and I went to the mall. I made a beeline for the Limited where I found the cow purse I had been eyeing all week and bought it on sale. Of course right when mom sees it she makes me return it. Confirmed fact: If I like it, mom doesn't.

Surely this happens to enough to make it a universal law.